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Wisps of hair hang here and there, giving it a natural but sophisticated look. “Well, that’s a pity. The tall blonde one is extremely yummy and right up my alley.” Turning around, I know Merrick will probably kill me if he hears me saying it, but I give the woman a pitying look, “Oh, you like bisexual men? Jory and Merrick are into both; I thought everybody knew that.” I throw in and place my hand on my chest as I feign surprise. “Oh my, no, I did not know that. Such a pity. Good men are going to waste.” The look of disgust sends me on the defense.

He still had the broad, carved shoulders of an active competitor, a sharp, unforgiving jawline, and eyes the pale, striking color of winter ice. For the past month, those eyes had looked at Naomi with nothing but dismissive irritation, viewing her as a PR hire with a tragic backstory. Right now, however, he wasn't looking at her like she was a charity case. He was looking at her like she was a problem he couldn't solve. "Coach Vance," Naomi said, stepping away from her team to meet him halfway. She kept her chin lifted, refusing to let him tower over her despite his height advantage. "Did you need something? We're a bit busy celebrating a gold in lane seven."

It was only the third time he had taken her while she still wore one of her baggy dresses and it was an odd turn-on for him. He felt like he was sneaking a fuck while they were at work. Frank wondered idly if anyone else had an inkling what a sexpot his girlfriend was. She was absolutely drenched when his cock slid into her. His eyes were locked on hers. The thick glasses made her eyes look absolutely enormous and exaggerated her obvious arousal. Then she was crying out in orgasm, and the glasses emphasized her reaction. It almost made him come, but he managed to hold back. After her second orgasm, she finally realized she was still wearing the glasses and started to remove them.

Smooth. My reflection stared back at me dusky lips parted, a flush creeping up my throat that had nothing to do with the temperature. He's on the other side. The thought hit me like a slap. My pussy clenched. Wet. Instantly, embarrassingly wet, the kind of wet that soaked through panties and left a slick trail down my inner thighs. Because the truth was, the glass wasn't privacy-controlled on my side at all. It was two-way. Smart glass, but the kind where he controlled the transparency.

"Can you fix it?" "Yes. Glasses, corrective lenses. We just need to give your eyes the same refractive power." The doctor stands and picks up a device that looks like spectacles on steroids, twisting two small, black wheels. She walks back over and holds it in front of my eyes. "Look through here. This is how the world will appear through glasses."

Kylan barely cared for anything, so I doubted he would care much. Even though I had sometimes managed to break through that icy shell, his personality was still cold as frost. If anything, she must’ve sensed his darkness. My lips curled, thinking about Adelaide…Mom, and the power she had possessed. For all those years, I had sworn to wear those glasses, feared what would happen if I had to live without them. I hated my cursed eyes, the ability to see what others couldn’t—and when I found out they could glow, when I found out I was half-witch, a child of blood—I felt embarrassed.

“Sometimes humans get a mild fever and still feel fine, but fevers go away. You stayed just a bit hotter. You don’t flinch at silver, though. That doesn’t make sense.” Talking’s good. I can go with talking. It’s better than fighting. “I don’t recollect you taking my temperature.” Reese is keeping a bit of distance. That’s smart. They could probably throw a knife before I could get them into my attack range. “The glasses I wear for reading,” they say. “The lenses are plain glass. They’ve got a bunch of sensors in them, and project the readouts into my eye.”

The complete opposite of this… nerd. Levi. That was his name. Even the name sounded too soft. The way he stood there, his gaze nervously fixed on the floor like a little kid caught in trouble, made me want to scream. His posture was so wrong—back slightly hunched, hands fiddling with a damn glasses case he had pulled out of his pocket. Why the hell did he even need glasses? Our kind had sharp vision and enhanced senses. The glasses weren’t real; they were fake. Decorative, perhaps, and that seemed to piss me off even more.

Annie's P.O.V. Ever since I was a little girl, I had been bullied because of my glasses. Kids made fun of me all throughout elementary and middle school. Called me names like a nerd, four-eye, dork, and many more. I mean...hello! It's not like I choose to wear glasses this thick! I admit I don't exactly look attractive with these covering half of my face but without them, I can't see a thing. My whole world is blurry. Stupid rare eye condition. Why couldn't I be born normal like everyone else?

“Damn! You turn me on.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the mirror. These were green alien glasses. “Very funny!” I shook my head. “I think I found the best pair of glasses for you!” I continued, as something captured my attention. These were hands cover eyes glasses. I put them on him and fell down from the laughing. Now I had the bellyache from laughing a lot. He looked in the mirror. “Yeah, these ones will help me not to look at you half naked!” He smirked and winked at me. I hit him and he laughed.