MAEVE HAWTHORN.
He looked totally different from the Enzo I saw two weeks ago, his usual long hair had been cut short but it still gleamed in the lights.
His full black hair seemed ruffled and I didn’t need to ask why as I could see his fingers buried deep in it.
What the hell happened to him?
His well groomed appearance was out of place with the long sleeved shirt that he had on, his massive shoulders filled the black shirt that left no room for his tattoos to be visible.
His long legs in the formal suit trousers that he had on elicited a whimper out of me, his stance emphasized the force of his hips and he had an air of self confidence.
His powerful well-muscled body moved with easy grace and as he walked past me, I was hit with the scent of sandalwood that made me melt inside.
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