Cognac-brown eyes, hair almost as dark as mine, a strong jawline. There were indentations around his mouth, making his lip so pronounced, and so tempting. His cheekbones were high and chiseled. Broad and defined shoulders. Lean, athletic build. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. I was looking, and I shouldn’t be, but I was, and I was doing the calculating in my head, and yeah. This guy was ripped. He was mesmerizing. And he had power and authority and he knew how to use both of them. He walked into that room like he owned it, like he’d been there the whole time, like everyone and everything
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oh Kash. Gotta sigh. It's just... it's Kash. I loved writing him.
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