Jericho
he, then, leaned down and brushed his lips over my cheek in a chaste kiss.
The moment Jericho was out of earshot, Parker rounded the table and took a seat across from me. He was a fairly good-looking man with his dark, shaggy hair, long face that held a sharp jar, a slightly crooked nose, and thin lips which were surrounded by a tamed beard.
There was a healing bruise over his forehead and a scar that ran across his left arm. His build was appealing to any woman—not too muscular but not too lanky either—and his olive complexion made him look sun-kissed.
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