In person… he’s beyond perfection. I can’t look away from him, but his beauty burns me, like staring into the sun. And now he’s in my club, and he’s staring at me expectantly, and I can’t move. His eyes are quicksilver, a changeable hazel. He’s too beautiful for words, and I’m not sure what to do. My body won’t work.

Auteur: Jasinda Wilder