Greta Lovelace
Juan made his way slowly but confidently towards me, his wolfen eyes gleaming in the flickering torchlight. I shifted my gaze away, trying to break the strange connection I was feeling. But it didn't work—I could still feel his presence as he walked closer, and my heart began to race with anticipation.
My pulse quickened, a stampede of wild horses loosed from the stable, as I tried to mask my reactions and avert my gaze, but I was somehow mesmerized by the way he stood, the way he looked, and the aura that he projected. His strapping figure towered over me, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, athletic yet still masculine. A smattering of tiny scars was dusted across his cheeks like cinnamon across a sweet roll. It took all of my willpower not to stare at him as he grew c
