7
Lianna
Don’t look at him.
Don’t look at him.
Don’t look at him.
Crap, I looked. And Maxon caught me at it, too.
Smooth, Lianna. Really smooth.
I know I shouldn’t keep glancing at Maxon, but I can’t help it. I don’t meet a lot of hot guys, and my hormones want a peep show. What sucks is that Maxon’s probably another good-looking creep. I mean, what was that nonsense before? I nearly had to tear the guy’s head off for him to take me seriously. At least, he’s stopped calling me ‘girl.’
Still, I can’t stop stealing glances and making comparisons. While Fisk is handsome in a spare and elegant kind of way, Maxon is raw power. He’s got a few inches on Fisk and he’s broader, too, with all sorts of muscles that I didn’t even know existed. More than that, Maxon gives off a sense of coiled
