Cinder
How do you stop your heart from racing? I think I'm going to die from a heart attack soon. Pike is staring directly into my eyes, and I swallow thickly, wishing I wasn't so damn anxious. But I can't help it. He is just too beautiful.
Pretty.
Sexy.
He smells like cologne and leather. Like a man who takes great care of himself. I bet he even moisturizes his hands before bed. They look strong, but his pads are soft.
Too soft.
Damn.
Why am I so nervous?
If I could have whatever I wanted, it would be a shot of liquor burning down my throat. Maybe then I would be calmer, but I doubt it. Pike knows who I am, and I hold my breath when he sits on the edge of his bed with me straddling his lap. When he notices my feet can't reach all the way down to the floor, his lips witch with amus
