Roxanne's pov

My fingers trembled when he sat infront of me in the diner and his eyes wandered around my face intensely as if a hunter stalking his small rabbit prey.

"S-Sir"

I could not even help the gasp that left me softly when his muscles flexed while moving the small tendril of hair that was dangling infront of my face as he tucked it behind my ear, warm fingers touching behind my ear, his knuckles slowly gliding across my face in the process

His hum to me calling him sounded deep as if he was intermingling his thoughts with his actions of watching me with hooded eyes.

"Sir" I...