That smile spells trouble

I looked up from my feet and caught for a second, a pair of shining, deep green eyes. His white shirt was rolled at the forearms, the fabric clinging to his fit form. Ink peeked out from under his collar, a hint of what's underneath. His mop of hair, a deep brown, clung to his forehead as he shook his head to the pulse of the music.

I felt my heartbeat quickens even more as he slowed he cadence and made his way over in my direction. In a panic I made a feeble attempt to slip into the crowd. I was afraid. Afraid that I would find myself in trouble, putting myself in a situation that I know I would regret soon. But that tall stature, broad shoulders and deep green eyes made me freeze in place, paralyzed as he snaked his way next to me. He gave me a toothy grin, and with the flashing of his pearly whites, I knew that I was, for a fact, in deep trouble.