EVE
He's an amnesiac, and someone tried to kill him.
I feel like I'm in a spy movie.
I am also having such a massive attack of self-consciousness that I’ve started puttering around straightening the living room until he coughs politely and I stop to look his way with a throw pillow in one hand.
"You know, you dragged me out of the deadly cold and are letting me stay in your home. You don't have to straighten up for me too." His smile melts through my edginess like sunlight on snow.
I blush and set the pillow down. "It's just been a while," I murmur, cheeks still hot. I can't look at him long; he can see me staring, and so I glance away quickly between small eye contact.
He's too handsome! What could happen if he realizes I can't take my eyes off of him? Good-looking men can be the cr
