Eleanor
I couldn’t look away from him. I mean, how could you look away from those beautiful pools of chocolate that were his eyes?
I bit down on my lip as I stared at him. The way his dark curls brushed his neck, his deep-set jawline, and full lips—my God!
My chest tightened as I stole a glance at his lips again, wondering what it would feel like if we kissed. My eyes darted towards his arm… God.
The muscles flexed when he held my father back, veins popping. I imagined those same hands running across my…
“Eleanor!”
My father’s voice cut through the haze. I blinked, startled, realizing I’d been staring too long. I hadn’t even answered the question he had asked.
I dramatically cleared my throat and turned my attention to my father. I could still feel his piercing stare on me.
“I said
