Only, now he was a couple feet away instead of across the field.
Green. His eyes were green. A light shade, almost the same color as an old glass soda bottle, shot through with little bits of molten gold, and framed by lashes that were indecently dark and thick. It almost didn’t seem fair that his eyes were so arresting when the rest of him was spectacular. He should have a squint or lazy eye…something to distract from the sheer perfection of the rest of him.
From far away he’d seemed impressive, but up close, he was a hundred times more potent. His face was a work of art, all angles and blunt lines. Hard, except for those ridiculously feminine eyelashes and surprisingly full lips. Plus, he towered over her, making her feel like a Lilliputian. A delicate flower ready to sway at his feet, felled by the sheer force of elemental, masculine beauty.
What in the…
Annaliese blinked, snapping out of her trance. She must be losing her mind. Either that or she’d been deprived of male companionship for too long.
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