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Zafira thought of just how well Willis could demonstrate his more than flattering behavior. She could already see it - their bodies pressed tightly against each other, mouths moving roughly, teeth clanking, and a flurry of hands and limbs falling into a barely kept up room.
The image left her mouth dry. Nonetheless, Zafira was not the type of woman to take a man she had met barely two hours ago.
Still, Zafira couldn't help herself. She traced a thin, pale finger against his jawline, lightly curling her touch against his goatee. He truly was an absolute fine specimen. She leaned a bit close to him, letting her finger run against his full, lower lip. "You are hypnotizing," It wasn't enough to describe what she thought of him, but she would have to make do with it. She didn't think there would ever be enough words to describe how thoroughly captivated she was by Willis. "But you are still a stranger to me," Zafira finished, moving away from him.
She wanted to kiss him. Thread her hands behind his neck and pull him close to her, damn anyone who saw them. But she knew that if she kissed him, touched him like that, she would end up spending the night with him. And Zafira didn't know if one night would be just enough.
She grabbed his hand that was on the table, squeezing it. "Come with me," she said. Noting the hesitation on Willis' face, Zafira continued. "Come with me. It'll be fun, Willis! Plus, I know you'd love it as much as I would. Whatever work you have here, you can do it on the way there," Zafira explained, eyes lighting at the thought of them traveling together. She could see it so clearly, and she hadn't understood how deeply she'd thought of it until she was talking out loud. Zafira's lips curled into a smirk, recalling Willis' earlier words. "Would you really say no to an angel face?"
The image left her mouth dry. Nonetheless, Zafira was not the type of woman to take a man she had met barely two hours ago.
Still, Zafira couldn't help herself. She traced a thin, pale finger against his jawline, lightly curling her touch against his goatee. He truly was an absolute fine specimen. She leaned a bit close to him, letting her finger run against his full, lower lip. "You are hypnotizing," It wasn't enough to describe what she thought of him, but she would have to make do with it. She didn't think there would ever be enough words to describe how thoroughly captivated she was by Willis. "But you are still a stranger to me," Zafira finished, moving away from him.
She wanted to kiss him. Thread her hands behind his neck and pull him close to her, damn anyone who saw them. But she knew that if she kissed him, touched him like that, she would end up spending the night with him. And Zafira didn't know if one night would be just enough.
She grabbed his hand that was on the table, squeezing it. "Come with me," she said. Noting the hesitation on Willis' face, Zafira continued. "Come with me. It'll be fun, Willis! Plus, I know you'd love it as much as I would. Whatever work you have here, you can do it on the way there," Zafira explained, eyes lighting at the thought of them traveling together. She could see it so clearly, and she hadn't understood how deeply she'd thought of it until she was talking out loud. Zafira's lips curled into a smirk, recalling Willis' earlier words. "Would you really say no to an angel face?"