"I think she wants you to leave her alone," I say, stepping right up to the bastard who thinks my angel belongs to him.

Her eyes move to mine first.

Jesus...

Her gaze is hypnotic.

Her innocence is beyond captivating.

The curves of her body are so dangerous. Up close, the smoothness of her skin calls to me, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. She doesn't get dressed up like this often, or wear heels like that. But that's fine. I wouldn't give a damn if she wore sweatpants and a hoodie around me, just as long as she wore the heels in...