My eyes immediately scanned over him, his light jeans tucked into black boots and with a long sleeved white shirt that clung to his muscular torso in just the right way. He was clutching car keys in one hand and had a concerned look on his face as he rushed forwards.
"Roxy are you okay?!" His words tumbled out when he reached me, his hand lifting to gently cup my cheek, keeping our gaze locked on one another. My heart skipped at the contact, causing me to momentarily lose my voice. The now familiar, delicious scent of his cologne wrapped around me, igniting my senses causing my blood to heat.
"Roxy?" He whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
"I'm fine, it was nothing." I managed to get out, my voice hushed, whilst I looked into the brown eyes that were mere inches from me.
Conscio
