Page 12 of Lunar Diamonds
By Hecate, my nerves couldn’t take much more.
I walked straight into a man, my chest bumping his. I released a howl of fright, stumbling back, almost losing my balance again.
“Easy there,” he said, taking my arm.
What the hell!
“I’m okay.” I stayed vertical, unable to look him directly in the face as my heartrate steadied.
What an idiot. My cheeks were so hot from embarrassment I just wanted to teleport the remaining feet to the bus stop without having to discuss this any further.
“I’m really, really sorry.” I picked at my nails while staring at his feet.
Nice black shoes, with black trousers hiding beneath a long gray coat dusting his shins.
He released my arm. “Don’t be. No harm done.”
Wow. His voice was so clear, so rich. The audio version of a refreshing breeze on a stifling summer’s day.
Embarrassment receding, my curiosity was officially piqued.
Slowly, I lifted my head to see the rest of him.
Oh. Wow. Talk about handsome. I stared into a face chiseled to perfection, a jawline dusted with artful stubble for my fingers to trace.
Ahem.
Dark, mesmerizing eyes blinked at me. “Are you alright?”
Yeah, I was too busy taking in the incredible hues of his copper skin. His stylishly tousled chocolate brown hair was another creation for my fingers to enjoy.
If only…
Had a band started to play somewhere? There should be. Everything about him set my pulse on fire, the colors of the world coming at me in higher definition.
Breath officially stolen.
“Hello?” he said, waving a hand in my face.
Hecate, his hotness undid my sense of decorum.
“Hello?” he repeated as I basked in his dark gaze.
Give me a minute to drink you in some more…
I unlocked my aura lenes, his reading blue. A witch, just like me.
His bangle was hidden by the sleeves of his coat.
“I’m good,” I answered breathily.
Something about him made my heart skip several beats, the tension of the day taking a break in his presence.
Wow.
His smile lit up the January gloom. I basked in its radiance, aching all over from the intensity of his masculine beauty.
“You might be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” I blurted.
