Autumn
“Is that Latin?” My eyes followed Donavan’s arm as he lifted his drink.
“It is.”
“What does it mean? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Not at all. Vincit qui se vincit. It translates to He conquers who conquers himself. Someone I’m close to used to say it all the time when I was a kid getting in trouble. It basically means if I can control myself, I can conquer anything.”
“That simplifies a lot, doesn’t it?”
Donovan smiled, flashing one of his dimples, and it set off a flutter in the pit of my belly. His smile had a sort of devilish quality lurking beneath the surface. It was confident and somehow overtly s****l. Dangerous. That’s what it was. I trained my eyes away from his face, only to have them land on his forearms. That certainly didn’t help my situation much. They were so m
