He looks kinda like someone you’d dream about waking up next to but never really think you would. Despite this darkness that often swirls in his eyes, there’s a hardness along his jaw that’s dangerous, unapproachable, something that instantly hypnotizes me. I can’t look away. Even though I should. His eyes narrow with each ticking second. “Don’t look at me like that, Daisy.” “I’m not looking at you like anything.” “I can tell when someone’s attracted to me,” he says without missing a beat. “How?” I want that power that he has. I want to know if he finds me desirable. But maybe he never will.
...more
