Finding him Attractive

A deep, soothing voice echoed in her ears, drawing her attention toward its source.

There he was, seated by the window, casually flipping through a book as if he had no cares in the world. His perfectly styled black hair stirred a desire within her, making her want to run her fingers through it. The sunlight highlighted his chiseled features, only intensifying her fascination.

The longer she stared, the stronger her urge to touch him grew. It took a moment before she realized just how brazenly she was gawking at him.

Snapping herself back to reality, she shook her head to break whatever spell he had cast on her and cleared her throat.

"Someone might think you are already in love with me," he teased, still flipping through his book without even glancing her way.

"You are not lovable, and I am not here to beg," she retorted, stepping closer to him.

Catching him off guard, she suddenly grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled their faces close.