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Holy fuck-me eyes.
I blink.
Scratch that. Holy fuck-me everything.
His piercing blue irises are only the beginning.
A man in a suit, with closely buzzed dark hair, a matching trimmed beard, and shoulders wide enough to sit on, is smiling down at me like he’s truly happy to be inconvenienced by crashing into me.
His lips move.
They’re a shade darker, a shade pinker than his tanned skin.
His lips moved.
“Sorry?” My cheeks heat as I admit I didn’t hear him, even though we’re standing face-to-face.
His smile widens. “Did I hurt you?”
My brain is straight-up short-circuiting because my mind dives headfirst into the gutter, picturing him asking me that when we’re both sweaty and naked—in bed.
“No,” I croak.Jesus, Val. Get it together.“Did I hurt you?”
Did I hurt you?
I want to slap a hand over my mouth. Or crawl under the nearest bench and pretend I’m dead.
The man’s mouth tips into a smirk. “Don’t think a little thing like you could, even if you tried.”
Little?
Is it hot in here?
It’s really hot in here.
The pressure on my back shifts, and I realize his big palm is still there, holding me in place.
He lowers his face.
Is he going to kiss me?
My eyes start to close before they snap back open.
He’s not going to kiss me. This isn’t a Hallmark movie. Or a porno.
He keeps lowering, though, bending down, and my eyes drop to the floor.
Oh, right, my backpack.
And my cookie.
My face heats even more.
Seriously, my brain cannot pick a lane.
I’m blushing over his closeness. Flustered over him calling melittle. Self-conscious about how his hand was touching my stomach. Feeling fat over being caught eating a cookie. And just over-freaking-heated over him.
The hand that was resting against my back brushes over my butt as he drops into a crouch at my feet.
