And then he raises his hand and touches my face. He nods, like I confirmed his suspicions. I hope he doesn’t tell the bartender and get me kicked out of here. I’ve never been so fascinated by a man’s mouth before. “You can call me Julian,” he says, and I watch his lips moving. He doesn’t introduce himself, so I gather my courage and ask, “What’s your name?” His sensuous lips part, revealing even white teeth. I am absolutely mesmerized, and I’m pretty sure he knows it. “Nora,” I say quietly, looking up at him. His voice somehow carries above the music, its deeper notes audible even in this noisy environment. He stands next to me, and I have to remember to breathe. I don’t know how old he is, but I’m guessing he’s closer to thirty than twenty. And why not? He’s gorgeous, and he knows it.Īs he approaches, I realize that he’s a large man. He gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. If I were prone to blushing, I would’ve been beet-red. I suddenly feel warm as I imagine that mouth touching my skin, my lips. A mouth that could belong to a fallen angel. Straight dark eyebrows over those strikingly pale eyes. His face is hard and masculine, each feature perfectly symmetrical. He’s probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He’s sitting on the other side of the bar, about ten feet away. Straight into a pair of piercing blue eyes. When I’m done, I put down the glass and look up. He gives it to me, and I greedily gulp it down. On my way back, I ask the bartender for a glass of water.

Twist Me by Anna Zaires