Aira
He stood there, looking at his friend, who followed Bri to the kitchen. His tall figure, his broad shoulders... . He suddenly turns towards me, and I avert my gaze. He clears his throat and walks to me.
"Hello," he said, his voice deep and soft. He brushed his thick, dark hair through his long fingers, which were already perfect. My eyes followed his small movements; his large hands moved to his sides, and they clenched and unclenched as if they didn't know what else to do. My eyes move up to his crisp white shirt which encompasses his bulging arms. His broad shoulders, hard chest and flat stomach give the impression that he is a fitness freak. His dark, thick eyebrows, straight, aquiline nose and his perfect lips, dear Lord. He is so damn handsome. He stood there, unsure. Is he ne
