HIGHEST RATINGS; #2 in cuteromance #53 in men #34 in younglove
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I must've looked like an idiot, just staring at him through my car window.
His voice is gentler than it was before, kinder. "I didn't catch your name," He says, and I feel my cheeks heat up. He's so confident. I would be, too, if I looked like him. Now that he's up close, I can see how gorgeous he really is. His eyes, a beautiful brown and green mix, complemented by his curly brown hair, so dark it would probably look black if he weren't standing beneath the sun that had peeked back from behind the selfish clouds. It had almost golden-colored steaks through it. The curls were only on the top part of his head, the sides were buzz-cut, which I was thankful for- I didn't like guys with long hair. His entire face was like a stone sculpture; chiseled to perfection. His eyebrows, thick and arched a bit as he looks at me...
He interrupts my thoughts by clearing his throat, and I blush again. "Calleigha," I say, smiling slightly. He returns the smile and leans on the car a bit, his arms on the door. "And you are?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"I'm Dominic, Dominic Wixton," He says, and offers his hand, which I shake, his strong hand holding mine with the perfect amount of grip. Wow. This dude is literally perfect. His voice cuts through my thoughts. "Calleigha," He repeats and nods a bit, his hand folded back over the other. "That's a mouthful," He says and laughs a bit.
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Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin.
"I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body.
I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money.
"How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes.
"Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections.
"Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly,
quickly eliminating that possibility.
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