“Hey,” I said to them. “No cursing.”
One of the boys turned around. “What do you kno—” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening. Then he slapped one of his friends on the chest and slowly backed up and turned around, looking… scared. “Dude, did you see her eyes?”
“She was hot.”
I held a hand to my forehead, muttering an “Oh, dear lord,” under my breath, and turned around toward Eros.
Though I expected him to say something snarky to me or even agree with that kid, he widened his eyes at me, his typical sinful look gone, and brushed his fingers against my cheek. “Heavens,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, brows furrowed together, scared that maybe… just maybe this wasn’t working after all and I was starting to resemble Javier now. Maybe my eyes were glowing black even though I wasn’
