I haven't been able to take my eyes off Cairo's side profile as he focuses silently on the road, his face literally up from the glow of the dashboard lights.
Everything about him feels like it was built with the sole intention of making a woman lose her f*****g mind.
He has that low-shaved, skin-level stubble that looks groomed to perfection, and a jawline so sharp it looks like an actual L.
Even his dark hair looks a little messy and out of place this evening, like he’s been rubbing his fingers through it while thinking about things I probably shouldn't know.
His arms grab the steering wheel, and I watch the muscles ripple under his inked skin.
It’s too much I have to look away.
My heartbeat is rattling in my chest, and I can’t shake the thoughts of those bulky arms holding me dow
