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He’s looking at me, and I don’t realize I’m looking right back at him as our voices blend in harmony.
He keeps walking toward me as he sings, putting his face into the full view of the limelight.
His eyes, framed by dark expressive brows, are a captivating shade of deep stormy gray, like a tempestuous sea on a moonlit night.
They convey deep pools of emotions, that hold the secrets of countless adventures and a profound tenderness that could soften even the coldest heart.
Who are you?
He turns to the audience, and everyone is already clapping and singing along.
He turns to me again, catching me completely off guard.
I can’t keep my eyes off him.
His face, a symphony of contrasts, both strong and gentle, holds the power to ensnare hearts and ignite passion with a single, soulful gaze.
He finally takes a bow when the music stops and leaves me on the stage drooling. He doesn’t offer a single glance in my direction before he leaves.
The clapping and cheers come to a complete stop, and it takes the reappearance of the red-headed woman to get me off the stage.
Now, where has he gone, this mystery man?
I look around the club but there’s no sight of him until I end up back at the bar.
“Here,” the barman says as he passes me a shot. “It's your last one and it's on the house.”
“How kind,” I almost utter, but instead I raise a brow, shrug, and down the alcohol.
I keep looking around until my eyes settle on him again, but he’s at the far end of the bar, nodding away with the rhythm of the music, phone in hand.
I pray he’s not here with someone. I really need to know who this man is and what planet he’s visiting from.
No one has kept my interest this long at first sight.
I hurry over to him, thinking of a thousand great ways to start the conversation.
“Hey.” I smile and wave awkwardly when he looks up at me.
“Hey,” he says back, almost as though he doesn’t remember me.
We literally just sang our souls out together on that stage.
“The girl from karaoke,” I point out, and that’s when his eyes widen in recognition.
“Oh, yeah. My bad. Forgive me.”
I ignore his forgetfulness and reach for a handshake. “I’m Carissa,”
“Jayden.” He flashes a quick smile before taking my hand.
As his fingers intertwine with mine, it feels like a silent sonnet of affection unfolds. The electricity of our connection rushes through my veins and ends up on my cheeks.
I hold on just a fraction longer than necessary, hoping he can sense the depth of my feelings in that moment.
I bite my lips to hold in my excitement before he pulls away.
“Do you happen to live around here or are you just visiting?” he asks, barely looking at me. I scratch the back of my neck.
