SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
My nose twitched, and before I could turn, there he was, Nicolah, stepping right up to our booth with a smile that hit me low in the gut.
“Hello there,”he said, his voice loud enough to sound over the pounding beat, smooth and easy. Up close, that smile on his face wasn't fake or creepy, with no darkness lurking behind it. It was genuine and warm, lighting up his face like he was happy to see me. It made my stomach flip in a good way, heat stirring in my jeans.
“Hi,”I shot back, smiling widely without thinking. My cheeks warmed, but I held his gaze. Those dark eyes pulled me in, framed by thick lashes.