Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

When I did, I bumped against his legs, and a thick, hard arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me backward so my ass was pressed against his stomach. I glanced around to see him slowly coming to, rubbing his own eyes before gazing up at me with a tender look. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it wasn’t threatening either. As though yesterday had suddenly caught up to him, he sat up like a bolt, his expression and movements eager and excited, and he placed me in his lap, turning my face up to his. He studied me in the brighter light, turning my face this way and that. I remained limp, deciding the best way to deal with this guy was to be cautious, nonthreatening… I didn’t want to get my bones crushed like that other dude. Knowing how strong he was only added to how absolutely terrified and uncertain I was. Proceeding with caution seemed to be the wisest course of action. He turned my face toward the ray of golden light from what I realized was the setting sun and stared so intently into my eyes that I was a little taken aback by it. When I tried to look away, fearing that he’d not like me staring back at him so closely, he just moved my head again so that I had no choice. His eyes were a lovely shade of chocolate and caramel, swirled together, framed by long dark lashes. They were beautiful eyes, and apparently, he felt the same about my grey-green ones, because the corners of his mouth twitched up into the tiniest of smiles as he continued to gaze into them. He then checked ...