The dark haired man, whose name she had yet to learn, was far more brooding and silent. His chocolate eyes stared at her with a defiance that had her growing wet as she imagined forcing him to bend to her will. He was taller, his shoulders broad, and his muscles clearly defined. He worked out, and often. She imagined his body stretched out on her bed as she rode that stoic stare right off his face.
Sail My Oceans ~ D. F. Krieger
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