Poker Face

Poker Face

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Dylan only wanted to prove himself. After an illegal round of poker with the heir to a Casino in Vegas, he finds himself following a series of chances to do so with prices that may lead him into the bed of a venomous Ace. ... Dylan didn't even look at the cards laid the table, his eyes instead laser focused on his face. His sharp jaw line. His eyes. His nose. His lips. His pupils were enlarged, energy coursing through them. They bounced from one card to the next. The table cards. Hand cards. Table. Hands. Table. Hands. He held a stronger face this time, more tension in his high cheek bones. A tiny knit in his eyebrows. He was covering any emotion in face. Stone cold poker face.
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My back was pressed against the wall, and our faces were merely inches away. He gently placed a finger below my chin and tilted my face upward. I tried my best to avoid his gaze. "Look at me, Sebastian." I slowly met his piercing brown eyes, and my throat went dry. He leaned in, and I shut my eyes as my heartbeat grew erratic. I could feel his hot breathing near my ear. "Do I make you nervous?" I gulped. He gently caressed my jaw. "Why have you been avoiding me, darling?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. My chest was about to burst. It was all too much for me. I opened my eyes and yelled it out. "Because I'm in fucking love with you, Finn." The moment those words left my mouth I regretted it. I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. I was close to tears and did not want him to see me this way. I could feel him gently pry my hands away, but I kept my eyes shut, too embarassed to face him. I drew in a sharp breath when he placed his forehead on mine, my hands locked tightly in his iron grip. "God, Sebastian. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." And right then, his lips crashed onto mine, and nothing else mattered. -----------------

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