“Jesus. Look at you.” Those dark eyes rake up and down my naked body. “Fucking perfect.” “Believe me, I have lots of flaws.” So. Many. Flaws. He’s just being nice because he’s about to get some. Emotions slash his face. Lust, need…and resolve. “Whatever you think are flaws…aren’t.” He holds my stare. “Not to me.” Both his words—and the way he’s looking at me…like I’m the most immaculate thing ever created—have
