Careful not to startle my skittish lamb again, I slowly reached out and grasped her face, bringing the eyes in question to look into mine. “Fuck, no. Your eyes are the color of delicious milk chocolate, and I’m a sweets man, baby. You give me one hell of a sweet tooth.” She blushed and pulled away, but I caught her before she retreated back too far. “You’re addictive, Ezello. Your smile. Your laugh. Your taste…”
