THE LYING GAME
He had dark brown hair, wavy and full, eyes that were a lighter shade of blue compared to Angel’s deep ones, and a chiseled face that could make anyone rush to do his bidding.
The fact that I had to crane my neck a little just to get a good look at him made me sum up his height to at least a six foot three. His ear piercing sported a black dangling earring that glistened in the evening light.
“I’m Salvatore, the older brother and uncle who is rarely ever home.” He spoke again, extending a hand for a shake.
I glanced down at the rolled-up sleeve revealing his tattoos. Then I widened my eyes, making a show of being surprised before finally taking his hand. “It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. A
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