Hazel's POV

The laughter and charts from the across echoed more closely while I walked towards him. My eyes still not leaving his gaze as I take each step. This man got to be one of the best work of art alive. His coily hairs look so cute and those sharp jaws? They still have this spark that slices off my ribs at each look. Hissed.

I found my legs close to his chair. My heart pounding hard as I stopped before him."A man that went to some days journey away from his woman might need some massage. Do you mind if I give you some?" I pouted, letting my...