Leilani.
My heart somersaulted and backflipped… and did whatever kind of gymnastics you could think of as I watched him rise slowly, his eyes not leaving mine even for a second as he rounded my table and came to stand in front of me.
I watched him lick his bottom lip, his too dark eyes focused on my lips, and could say nothing even as he leaned closer to tuck my hair behind my ear, his touch gentle. His eyes are even more gentle.
He drawled; "I've always wanted to apologize to you but I didn't know how to go about it."
What's with these men and apologising?
What the fuck is suddenly wrong with them?
Due to my confusion, I suddenly had this irresistible urge to bring my hands up to his forehead and check if he was suddenly running a fever, but I couldn't. So I bit my lip instead.
