“Well, they certainly know how to feed the boys around here, don’t they?” he muttered, dropping his hand and righting himself so he could stand on his own. I was still staring at him like a dumbstruck idiot; I couldn’t seem to stop myself. He was just so... pretty. I’d never seen a man look anything less than rugged and rough. This one was almost feminine with his soft facial features, the high cheekbones, and slightly slanted eyes. His long, red hair fell in waves well past his shoulders.
