Don’t Be Fooled!
It’s a random, sunny day at the mall. I’m sitting— lost n my thoughts— my glossy lips pressing occasionally against the cocktail that is perched on my lap. I run my fingers though sheets of soft hazel-brown hair, and then it freees mid-way and I feel my jaw go slack.
He enters the airy restaurant and drags his sunglasses off in a deft, creative movement. He stands tall and broad, muscled up all the way to his arms. His utterly impressive eight-pack was apparent through wet swim-suit material. He pushed back his ruffled black hair and stared around through a smouldering slate-blue gaze. I felt my breath go ‘whooosh!’.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the flawless landscape of white, that is his skin. The curved pastel-pink that are his lips.
I am not a sucker for hot guys usually. I mean I am totally controlled over my hormones. But this guy is just…whoa! Gorgeous freakin’ over-drive.
I guess I’d gotten over the shock by now and swept across the shop to pay for my meal.
He smiled when he saw me and I couldn’t help but smile back, despite the previous snooty stares. How sweet! Maybe he really is the one guy in the world who has a pretty face and an equally pretty heart. The smile froze on my face as a crowd of girls washed over him. They cooed over him and made as if he were some saint or something.
I threw him a look of disgust, and it was returned by a grin that SO displayed smugness. So much for Mr Nice guy. What an ego-sucker.
“Think you too hot eh?” I hissed with an adequate eye-roll.
“I don’t think baby, I know,” he said in a deep guy voice, mischief glinting in his eyes.
“Knew those glasses weren’t tested,” I murmured, walking out and tossing him a grin over my shoulder. I left that dude speechless!
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