CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1
I exclaimed, stepping back instinctively.
The man laughed, a warm, easy sound that immediately made me relax. “Hey, it’s okay. You really don’t need to apologize.”
I looked up—and froze slightly. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties, with messy blonde hair that fell in soft waves over his forehead. His eyes were a clear, bright blue, and when he smiled, they crinkled at the corners in a way that made him seem friendly, open, and—unintentionally—charming. He wasn’t intimidating or overbearing. He just looked… approachable, kind, effortless. Handsome without trying.