Danielle

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I spot Matt in one of the seats and falter for a moment before catching myself. He gives me a small smile, his blue eyes brighter than a sunny sky, and I feel my cheeks warm. He’s so gorgeous sitting there in his navy pinstriped suit, a burgundy tie neatly knotted and lying against a snowy white dress shirt. A pair of super-sexy black-rimmed glasses sits on his face, making him look extra yummy. Like, nerd-hot combined with jock-hot. He checks me out just as thoroughly, starting from my face to my shoes then back up. The blue in his eyes sizzles, and I feel his gaze like a silken caress. ...more
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