They’re breathtaking. Everything about him is.
“Beautiful,” I whisper.
“What is?”
I frown as I realize I’ve just spoken the word out loud. “Vegas is beautiful.”
“And sexy, and an oxymoron.” His gaze lingers on me. “Like you.”
Sure, Vegas is bright, big, loud, but also depressing, dark, dirty. I don’t think I’m like that at all. I don’t quite see the compliment, which is why I choose to focus on the word ‘sexy.’
I can work with that.