He has a dimple in the middle of his chin and his smile is slightly crooked, imperfections which lend heavily to the sexy vibe he undeniably exudes. " he asks, allowing his gorgeous green eyes to roam over me. Even in my heels, he's a good half a foot taller than me. YOU ARE READING Vampire Silver Harris is over clingy men-maybe men altogether.
His skin is pale and rosy, his lips full and pink, definitely kissable.
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At the end of the narrow path, my smug charade dies a painful death when I realise I've left my clutch bag behind-my money, bank cards and phone along with it. Their final memory of me will either be the wine tipping, butt kicking incident, or a grovelling girl asking for her purse back.
Call me vain, but I sort of prefer option number one. I look up, surprised to notice that a man has appeared out of the darkness. "I just left," I tell him, pulling myself to full height and looking him directly in the eye.
"Oh relax," I say to the statuesque blonde, whose hand is pushing me firmly along the hallway.