I know I’m in for some kind of surprise. In the short time I’ve known him, I’ve grown to adore certain little details about Stefan. His clothing is always impeccable, but no matter what he wears, I always feel an impulse to rip it from his body. His sexy voice is smooth, almost hypnotic. He doesn’t laugh often but is generous with his smile. He knows just what to say, and when we talk, he seems to know a little bit about everything. He’s been all over the world, and I frequently feel inadequate while listening to him talk about his life. On the days he doesn’t shave, the little silver hairs in his scruff remind me of how far apart we are in age—his forty-three to my twenty-two. He’s mysterious but he doesn’t intimidate me, and I can tell how much he enjoys that. I find that my gaze wanders over his body when he’s not looking. He persists in his pledge to remain a gentleman, but I’m resolved to make as difficult as possible for him. Starting today. Wherever we go, whatever we do, I will get closer.
