Claire POV
It’s late, just past two o’clock in the morning, and I don’t know how the hell I’m still here.
The night has flown. It feels good not having to rush home to homework and dinner and responsibilities. I think all 120 people from the conference are still here. The mood is light and jovial. I’m standing at the back of the room near the bar. There are ten of us standing in a group. They’re telling stories, and we’re laughing and having fun, and every now and then I look across the room and into the stare of Deelan Miles.
He’s watching me . . . he’s been watching me all night.
The heat of his gaze on my skin is warm like the sun. It makes me wonder if he’s this intense in bed. Because right now, he’s not just undressing me with his eyes; he’s f*****g me with them.
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