Declan’s POV
‘Can I have a word?’ I asked awkwardly as I scratched the back of my neck. Dammit, what was wrong with me? She’s just a girl! I talk to them all the time and now suddenly I’m like a spotty eighth grader with his first crush.
My eyes roam over her body automatically, she’s short, I must be a foot taller than her tiny frame, but everything is in proportion. Skinny jeans are hugging her legs, a flowy white gypsy top falling off one shoulder showing off the creamy white skin I had only gotten a peek at the night before.
Meeting her gaze, I almost stepped back from the angry look she was giving me, her arms crossed over her chest. She totally caught me looking. f**k, she isn’t happy, this isn’t going how I planned.
Sighing, I drop my hands beside my sides, clenching my fists to
