Page 75 of Twisted Revelations

Sitting, he was a head taller than everyone else, so I sat musing over his height. By most people’s standards, five-foot-eight was tall for a woman. Therefore, I enjoyed every opportunity to glance up to a man. With this group, I was in man-height heaven.

Now, back to my tempting distraction. His brown hair verged on being a dark blond and was tapered short on the sides and no longer than an inch on top. I’d caught several good glimpses of his crystal blue eyes and had them already imprinted on my brain.

Luke thankfully had lips, not two spaces that sat against his face and curved up or down when he smiled or talked. They were the color of frozen pink lemonade, yet succulent and generously defined enough to contend with the fullness of mine. My teeth sank into the corner of my bottom lip as I continued to observe him.

“Beverly!” Laura called out, slapping my arm and ripping my gaze from Luke.

“Yes. Why are you yelling?” I asked, annoyance dancing across my tone.

“Megan asked if you wanted another plate,” she replied.

I’d fallen so far into my own zone I’d missed the fact Megan was standing beside me.

“No, thanks, I’m stuffed,” I answered and fought to keep my gaze from creeping back across the table. The man was a marvel to be studied. He wasn’t fat by any means, but he had enough muscle and body mass to send a lesser man scurrying for cover. My gaze landed on his solid pecs as he chewed his food, silent and in his own world, a world he’d unknowingly drawn me into.

Sensing my eyes on him, his gaze lifted and met mine, catching me staring once again. My head snapped down to the empty space in front of me since Megan had taken my plate. Although he’d caught me, I couldn’t tell anything from his impassive expression. My mind got a full workout as I spent the next half hour forcing myself not to stare at Luke.

He’d mouthed only a few words during the entire dinner. I’d balanced participating in the lively conversation and nibbling on apple pie while devouring the man in front of me. It was time I stopped stirring my coffee I’d not taken a sip of yet before they assumed I was attempting the hypnotizing ritual from the movie, Get Out.

After we’d talked well into the midnight hour, the fatigue of the flight as well as our adventures in Texas caught up with us. Laura and I were set to share a bedroom that Megan had shown us to earlier. I heaved a deep breath, preparing to get up when I was content to sit there and stare at the magical view all night.

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