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Evie
There arethree things I'm certain of.
1. The sun will rise tomorrow.
2. The truth will always come out.
3. He's the one.
I can tell just by the swagger in his walk. There's an air of confidence behind it. He knows he's hot. He knows people are looking at him. That I'm looking at him.
The same way he's looking at me. His eyes track me as he crosses the room. Even when he's stopped, pulled in to a conversation, his eyes never leave me. I feel them appraising me. Memorizing every detail.
He's fucking me with his eyes.
And I like it.
A lot.
No one's ever looked at me the way he is right now.
With appreciation and challenge.
It feels like it takes forever for him to finally make it to where I’m standing, yet it also happens too soon. He's in front of me before I'm ready to face him, my stomach in knots over what to say.
"Every guy in the room is looking at you."
Not true. Half of them wouldn't dare. My brother’s already warned them away. Just like he'll probably try to do to this guy if he sees us talking.
"And every girl is looking at you."
"Haven't noticed. Only one girl caught my attention tonight." He brushes away the hair that's fallen in his face, giving me a glimpse of his soft, honey-brown eyes.
I feel the connection. The attraction. But I can't make it this easy for him. He's gonna have to work for it a little.
"Smooth. Does that pick-up line usually work?"
I left my hair down tonight, the long golden strands grazing my back as I turn away from him. If I maintain eye contact, I'll fall at his feet, and we both know it. I feel his hand skim up the open back of my dress, playing with the edge of the fabric, and I swallow the sounds that force their way up my throat.
"I don't know. You tell me. This is my first time."
I want to laugh. There's no way this is his first time hitting on a girl. Men like him don't look like he does and not have experience.
With his thick muscles and tight abs. Strong jaw. Five o'clock shadow.
Nope.
Guys like him are the very definition of why my brother is worried about me being here tonight. If you were to look up paranoid brother in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Max, and he'd probably be strangling ... shit, I don't know his name.
"Well..." I let my voice trail off, hoping he's not so dense he doesn't pick up on what I'm asking.
"Leo."
Good. He's not an idiot. Sometimes the prettiest ones are.
"Well, Leo," I start again, glancing over my shoulder to find he's moved even closer to me. I can see his shirt stretch across his broad chest as he inhales. It's fascinating, holding my attention captive. "It wasn't horrible. I've heard better, I've heard worse."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment since I wasn't trying to pick you up at all. I was stating a fact."
