And he's mine.
Well.
Not mine, mine.
But—oh, who am I kidding?
Mine.
His dark eyes scan the room.
Searching.
And the second he finds me—everything else disappears.
His entire face changes.
Softens.
Like seeing me is his favorite part of the night.
The look hits me right in the chest.
Because nobody has ever looked at me like that.
Like I'm precious.
Like I'm home.
He starts walking toward me.
People move out of his way automatically.
I don't even think he notices.
Because he's looking only at me.
And I swear every step makes my heart beat faster.
He's gorgeous.
Sexy.
Confident.
Dangerous.
And somehow still sweet.
My body actually heats.
Because I know exactly what those hands feel like.
What his kisses feel like.
What his voice sounds like when he whispers Firecracker against my skin.
Good Lord.
