Good day turned sour

Junia's P.O.V

I stood frozen, unable to articulate the flood of emotions surging within me. The fact that I could feel Nicholas enigmatic presence before me felt so surreal as my mouth was slightly agape, causing my heart to race, while I stared at him in nothing but shock.

A bright smile spread across his face and I could swear that if his eyes were the sea, I would gladly drown in them.

The way his sea rover blue eyes sparkled like the rarest of stars caused my heart to pound in my chest. I have sworn that I would never fall in love again but with this man clearly around me, that seemed impossible.

Nicholas Hawthorne towered over me with the unwavering smile still plastered on his face and in that moment, I wished that I could run my hands through his silky hair.

The way he kept his eyes on me and me alone set icy tendrils of fear to slither down my spine— a fear that was unknown no matter how much I searched the depths of my heart.

Was it the fear of his beauty? The fear of me sl