Kira
“There he is.”
Emily's voice got all soft as we made our way through the packed lounge. The way she said it gave me chills.
And then I saw him. He stuck out from the rest of the crowd. Leaning against the wall with an easy confidence that shouldn’t have been so devastating, he looked every inch the kind of man you didn’t walk away from.
Dark jeans hugged his long legs in a way that made my mouth dry, and his black shirt stretched across his broad chest like it had been tailored to tease.
His sleeves strained just slightly around muscular forearms, and the way he rolled them up, just enough to expose tan skin and veins that disappeared beneath them, made my stomach tighten.
His tousled dark hair looked artfully reckless, as if someone had just run their fingers through it.
