He has a face that doesn’t seem to belong anywhere, like a gem in the rough from another world. Perhaps from another time, another era of gentlemen. Immediately, I’m forced to redefine what I thought was once handsome. A jaw of stubble and a defining line that could cut through a hand that tries to caress it. Skin smooth with a light shade of bronze. Highly perched cheekbones and evenly proportioned, dark eyebrows. But it’s his eyes—his eyes I cannot break away from. I thought I’d be paralyzed with fear. I thought his eyes would slice into me and leave me cold to the touch. Make me realize I
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Yes.
