Since the bar had been dimly lit last night, and afterward we’d been otherwise occupied, I hadn’t gotten the full impact. Now, I had. And she was even more beautiful than I’d originally thought. Her shoulder-length coral-pink hair was a culmination of short layers, framing her face and resting on her shoulders. She was small but not fragile. It was evident she could hold her own. Still, she brought out a baser instinct in me, something primal and possessive. And I fucking loved the feeling. It made me think of Justin—my lead character in Forbidden—and the way he felt about Jill. Since she was wearing a snug black T-shirt, I also got a better look at the tattoos that snaked down her slender arms, though I did my best not to stare at them since she was looking at me as though I were the Ghost of Christmas Past. I was still intrigued to know why she’d never thought she’d see me in here.
