A broken man with addictive tendencies—too shy to be a metaphor. I twirled my hair as I read his file.
His scent broke my trance as he approached. I bit my lip as our eyes met.
“Hi.” He paused. “May I?”
“Please.”
He set down our cappuccinos. Brawn, sharp, there was more to him than he offered. I adjusted my skirt, crossed my legs. He noticed. I tilted my head as he spoke.
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
He grabbed my hand, tantalizing my mind.
It is hard to resist a man who knows how to love.
💭 A Question for You
Have you ever believed you were “too much” for someone?