He turns his head, his eyes landing on mine. I don’t look away; I just take another sip, craving the burn of the alcohol. His eyes stay pinned on mine, and he licks his lips, letting his gaze fall to the length of my body, plainly checking me out. I feel drunk under his ogling, my breath hitching when I watch his eyes meet mine again, a cocky smirk on his lips. I love his eyes on me, love how he’s looking at me like he can’t wait until we’re alone.
