![]() ![]() Tattoo starts towards me, blocking my view. I glance past him to the other guy-or at least try to-but Mr. I gulp at the intense expression on his face. ![]() ![]() His eyes come to me before looking away quickly, and the next second, they come back to me and do a head-to-toe sweep. He is beautiful in a way that is unusual but no less gorgeous. His jaw is strong, with a few days of stubble, and his eyes are so blue that they almost look like contacts. His dark blond hair is cut low on the sides, and the top is in a fauxhawk. His ears have those gauge thingies in them. He’s wearing black boots, washed-out blue jeans, and a white t-shirt, and every piece of skin exposed is covered with tattoos. He’s about six three and huge, and I don’t mean just in height his body looks like it’s been chiseled from stone. I start to wave to see if he’s the one I’m meeting, but then another guy catches my attention. He’s about my age, not much taller than my five feet five inches, cute, and wearing a suit and tie. I look around and see a guy staring at me. ![]()
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