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She blushed and smiled back before hurrying away.
See? A smile was universal language.
After unlocking my phone, the sudden urge to look up came over me. I wasn’t the kind of guy to question my urges. Why bother? So I lifted my chin, eyes landing on someone leaning against the black frame of the giant windows. He was right next to a giant plant, which concealed half of him, and his head was bowed.
Maybe he wouldn’t have been noticeable at all if it wasn’t for the shock of the white-blond hair covering his head. It was like a freaking neon sign, totally breaking his camouflage. His legs were spread out before him, feet crossed at the ankles. He seemed to be engaged in whatever was on the screen on his phone.
There was also something else in his hand. Something he held loosely at his side.
Smiling, I tucked my phone away and strolled the distance between us, the wheels on my suitcase gliding across the polished floor with ease. He didn’t even look up when I got closer, so I circled around to the other side of the plant, leaning down to look at the white sign against his leg.
Sinclair
Straightening, I moved a little closer, watching him between the leaves of the plant. He muttered something under his breath, and it didn’t matter it was another language. His irritation was clear.
Another smile tugged my lips, and I stood there completely amused.Somebody doesn’t want to be here.
That hair, though… Was it natural? It was so pale and shiny. Not a hint of gold or yellow in sight, just pure nearly white strands that looked soft to the touch. As I stared, my fingers tingled, practically begging to touch it, wanting to know if it would feel as pure as it appeared.
His head was still bowed, and the longer I stood there, the more irritated it made me. The urge to look at the rest of him, to acquaint myself with the features accompanying that hair, made me impatient.
The feeling was so foreign that I took a step back. The wheels on the suitcase stuttered, trying to keep up with the sudden movement.
The noise startled him, and he shot up, straightening immediately off the window. Tension and wariness, something that had not been there before, crowded around him like a bubble. I felt his stare through the wide leaves of the damn plant like the sky beyond the window felt the sudden rocket of neon lightning that illuminated an entire base of clouds. It was followed instantly by a deafening crash of thunder, making people around us startle and gasp.
Neither of us moved. We stood there measuring each other through the gaps in the plant until I shook off whatever the fuck was going on to smile. Presenting my pearly whites, I strolled over. When I reached out to pull away the damn palm leaves, he jolted back.
I felt my eyes narrow instinctively, immediately hating that reaction.
“Hey, bro,” I said, smiling even wider. “I think you might be my ride.”
My fingers tightened on the plant when he turned his full attention to me. The breath in my lungs caught, and I failed to do anything for a fraction of a second. His eyes were just as shocking as his hair. Pale blue. An arctic shade that should be cold but wasn’t.
But oh, it was piercing.
Electric,my brain supplied instantly.Lighting me up as easily and violently as the lightning had just done to the sky outside.
What the fuck?The thought crashed into the mesmerizing thoughts, bringing me back to life. Back to myself.
The plant snapped back up when I let go of the branch, walking around it to stand in front of him. “I’m Win.”
The guy continued to stare, saying nothing. His skin was fair, flawless, and seemed like it never saw the sun. His jawline was square and sharp, his nose strong. And yeah, that platinum hair had to be natural because his brows matched.
His lips were thin and pink, the lower one a brighter shade as if maybe he’d been chewing on it.
He’s fucking beautiful.
The thought stilled everything inside me. Since when did I go around thinking men were beautiful?
Since always,a voice inside me argued.
Being bi and thinking men are beautiful is two different things,I argued back.
In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I thought of anyone—manorwoman—as beautiful.
Clearing my throat, I said. “You have a name?”
His lips pursed.
