Lynx POV
I'm quite literally f*cked.
Brie is breathtaking and I can't find anything to say to her. I keep staring at her like some psycho creep who can't get his words together. I've never been this tongued in my life. I mean, maybe once when I was a kid, but I was a grown man now. Beauty shouldn't stun me like it is now.
Her normally pin-straight hair was now a tornado of curls framing her doll-like face. The smell of her mango-scented shampoo and pineapple perfume nearly stopped me from breathing.
F*ck!
“Are you two going to go on your date already or should I set you both a plate at the dinner table?" the older woman said.
I gathered that I was right the last time I saw her, she was Brie's mother. Besides her eyes and hair being several shades lighter than Brie's they were identic
