Maya
The two men stepped back like they’d been slapped.
I turned my head, still on the ground with my scraped knees burning, and saw him.
A man standing on the curb under a gas lamp, dressed like he’d just walked out of a magazine photoshoot. Black coat, polished shoes so shiny I could probably see my reflection in them, perfectly pressed slacks. Everything about him screamed money and taste.
But it was his face that made my breath catch.
Smooth olive skin that looked like he had a ten-step skincare routine. Jet-black hair that gleamed under the lamplight like he’d just stepped out of a salon. The light fell across his nose and high cheekbones but left his eyes in shadow, which somehow made him look even more mysterious.
I swallowed hard.
This man was gorgeous. Like unreasonably, un
