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Red eyes? I frowned, stepping back. My eyes raked over his frame—his huge frame that stood somewhere around six feet, and then his bugling muscles and the ink on the back of his hands. My gaze rose to his sharp jaw, his thin pink lips, his proud nose, to his Charcoal hair before dropping to his eyes which were green in color now. There was too much power radiating from his body cladded in a wet brown sweatshirt and black pants. It was as if I was standing before a King, one that looked wet and harmless but held something sinister behind his eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint.

His face seemed to have been sculpted from a painting, with its angled jaw, high cheekbones, thin lips set in a grim line, and champagne-blonde hair that looked silky enough to evoke a sigh from a woman. My fingers itched to comb through his hair and confirm they were as silky as they appeared. He practically glowed under the fluorescent lights of the store, his hair slick and shiny. His eyes were the most captivating feature, a rare stormy green color with several flecks of color that cast them aglow.

Maybe to caution him about watching where he was going, too, but when she looked at his face, no words would come out of her mouth. His eyes were a bright green, and they seemed to be glowing. Not like something out of a horror movie, but a soft glow that ebbed and flowed with the flicker of the fluorescent lights overhead. His hair was a dark blond, or maybe a light brown, and it was messy, but not in a bad way. It had a bit of a wave to it and fell over his forehead on one side, but not enough to cover those eyes. His teeth were perfectly white and straight, maybe even a little sharper than most people’s, and his body….

A man stood a few steps away, watching me. He was tall. Taller than anyone I had ever seen up close. At least six foot four. His build was lean and strong, his muscles and biceps visible even under his black shirt. His skin was tan, like he spent a lot of time outside. His hair was black and a little messy, as if he had run a hand through it out of habit. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones defined. But it was his eyes that froze me. Mint green. Cold. Sharp. Unblinking.

His eyes were so beautiful—a pair of piercing green eyes that were like rare gems and seemed like they were seeing through me. He was tall and towered over my small figure with those shirtless broad shoulders and muscular chest that gave him a real domineering and masculine figure. His wet, dark hair was slicked back, with strands clinging to his scalp. Beads of water hung from the tips of his hair, reflecting light and adding a touch of sheen. His eyebrows were raised, and his eyelashes were damp, making his eyes appear brighter and more vibrant.

It's as white as mine. He has long light hair. Its eyes are green, and based on its eyebrows I could almost mistake it for an Albino. But its eyelashes are as black as night. All I can say is, this guy is so handsome he looks like he was pulled out of a picture. It's also pretty and makes me frown because it looks like someone I just can't remember who it is. I thought about the fantasy drama series I watched and also the lord of the ring, Orlando Bloom, and I wondered if he looked like him. But the man in front of me was much more beautiful. Nothing can be pushed.

A black tie and matching pocket square rounded out the look. His thickly muscled arms flexed as he swiped a hand through his dark brown hair. One broad hand smoothed his jacket. He was, well, different from all the other men she’d met before. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, dark green eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. He gave a devil-may-care outlook.

If I am honest, this guy is the most intimidating but breathtaking man I have ever laid my eyes on. This man was a mix of Caucasian and African American, with beautiful dark skin shade in between milk chocolate and caramel. He has naturally long curly brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders and refined strong facial features that makes him look like a model right out of a Vogue catalogue. Strong hazel eyes and plump lips with a sharp jawline.

Harley said. Two more men came forward. One was blond with blue eyes like Mason. He was tall and ripped and definitely attractive in a rough kind of ‘I’ve-been-through-a-lot-of-shit’ sort of way. The other was also tall but had black hair. It was a chaotic mess atop his head and he ran his fingers through it to slick it back. It only sort of worked. His eyes were dark green like emeralds. His shoulders were wide and his waist narrow, and he looked hot as hell in his black T shirt, black leather jacket, and dark blue jeans. He caught me staring at him.

It's seriously driving me insane. From what I could see in the dark with his small flashlight, he's at least six feet tall, with just the right amount of muscle on a lean frame. His short-sleeved shirt hugged a sculpted chest and his jeans looked painted on. His short, light brown hair accentuated a prominent jaw with the perfect amount of scruff on his chin. He's gorgeous in an underwear model sort of way. At least until you reach his eyes. When the light reflected off them, I almost stepped back. They're pale green, almost startling if you don't look into their cold, lifeless depths. Pools of darkness lurked in the round orbs, so strong, it scared the fucking shit out of me. I've grown up