‘Without sounding … you know … girls tend to … I’m not complaining – I got damn lucky with the genes, but that’s all some people see. Hell, I can’t believe I’m even saying this … eye candy. Those girls don’t know the real me. Nice as they are. You,’ he smiled at her, a proper smile that met his eyes and turned her to mush, ‘you treat me like a real person. I like you, English. When we went to Onyx that night, I realised … we’re friends.’
