He looked over at me, his smile enhancing his strong cheek bones and jaw line. “You don't seem to find things very funny.”
I blinked at him. “If you're referring to the fact you let Stew torture me for months, that isn't funny.”
“It's the kind of thing Miss Austen would've found amusing.”
“Yeah,” I shot back. “I'm sure you'd know that.”
He stopped, crossing his arms so they bulged slightly. He had an Adam Levine build; lean muscles with his sex appeal focused on his confidence as he looked down at me. “Stereotyping are we? And you haven't even seen my tattoos.”
“Tattoos?” I repeated, my chest tightening with pressure.
He winked at me, flipping his arms over to expose the tattoos on either forearm. “Have you read any of Austen's unfinished work?”
I nodded as I stared at the koi fish on either arm. One danced in moonlit water, while the other danced in water shimmering with the light of the sun.
“You have, or you're that amazed by these?” he asked, tapping his arm with his finger.
I shook my head, my breath sticking in my throat as I tried to make my vocal chords work. I swallowed. “Uh...yeah, I've read them.”
I fought the urge to hit myself in the head. I was acting like as much of an idiot with this guy as I did with Stew. My eyes moved from his tattoo back up to his face. He scratched his five o'clock shadow before reaching behind me.
I tried not to shiver as the warmth of his body washed over me. “Here it is.”
He handed me a book with a disturbing cover of a girl with half her face gone.
I raised my eyebrows. “You're joking, right? Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?”
“Judging a book by its cover isn't a good thing to do,” Nameless chastised me, shaking his head. “It's actually very good.”
I looked down at the book and back up to his soft lips and then his eyes. “Fine,” I began as I narrowed my eyes at him, pushing my shoulders back and standing taller. I was pretty sure my 5'2” frame and all hundred pounds of me couldn't be less confrontational. “I guess I'll trust you, but only because you saved me.”
“Are you trying to intimidate me?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “Is it working?”
His shoulders rose as he chuckled. “Not really.”
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