Ariel
“You look amazing,” Magnus said the moment he slid into the driver’s seat.
His deep, rumbling voice filled the car, reverberating through me like the strum of a taut string. I looked down, feeling warmth creep onto my cheeks.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
The packed house was vast enough that avoiding Magnus wasn’t too difficult most days, but being this close to him, enclosed in the intimate space of his car, felt different.
There was something magnetic about him—something I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I tried.
He looked incredible tonight. His black tailored pants and a crisp, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposed strong, tanned forearms that practically begged for my touch.
My eyes were drawn to the small tattoo on his wrist, simple yet so ent……
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