His eyes—one blue and one green—were firmly on me, running up and down the length of my body. When his gaze finally locked onto mine, his lips curved up into a coy smile. God, he looked even more handsome in person, if that was even possible. The intensity of his stare started to make my palms sweat. He had a certain aura about him. A dark, dangerous presence surrounded the guy. Power. That was the first word that came to mind as I stared at him, admiring the rough, sculpted lines of his face.
