I hold his gaze as he moves ever so slowly toward me. He stops directly in front of me, and I look up at him. His hair is styled in a faux hawk today, and he looks hotter than ever. A layer of light stubble coats his jawline, and I give in to the urge to touch him. My fingers trace lightly over his five o’clock shadow. Closing his eyes, he emits a strangled moan that turns my limbs to Jell-O. Reaching up, he places his hand over mine. His eyes open, and he stares deep into my eyes. I stop breathing at the blatant look of desire on his face. Ohmigawd. Ohmigawd.
