"I don't know what that means. You're the hot one." She said under her breath as she stood stock still or attempted to because she began swaying in place. She was nervous. So was I. I turned to face her mustering up a gentle smile to mask the pure lusk residing in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't just lust but infatuation. I was consumed by her and her coconut scent. I deeply inhaled her scent, watching her eyes downturned to her wriggling fingers. I placed my hands on hers, pulling back enough so that I could see her entire face. "You shouldn't speak that way," I said darkly. "I might be 'hot' as you so nicely put it, but there's more to me than a pretty face and I don't think you want to see it."