He was hot. Hot in a way that made my knees weak. I could tell he didn’t really want to talk to me. He was edgy, and he kept looking at the door. The rest of his family stayed away though. That meant he had nothing to focus on but me. And he did. It was disconcerting. His beauty was deadly. He totally slayed me with his dark eyes and his square jaw and hot body. My heart was racing and tumbling in my chest. The words he spoke were just ordinary ones. He said everything I expected him to say. There was nothing sexy or flirtatious about what he was saying. However, there was an expression at...