why you smell of it." A man spoke, startling me.
"Oh!" I gasped, turning towards him. He was hands-down the most handsome man I had ever seen. He looked as if he didn't belong here, at this café. He pulled down his black hood and his spiky auburn hair stood perfectly in place.
His beautiful chocolate brown eyes bored into mine, keeping me frozen in place. It was the strangest feeling I had ever experienced. He looked shocked, almost horrified as he continued to meet my gaze. His perfectly tan skin looked softer than silk, I could see every curve around his muscular torso, and his teeth were so white and perfect, so unusual. I tried to focus; I could feel my heart accelerating, almost as if it were trying to pound itself right out of my chest.
He turned swiftly away from me, and I was so glad that he had. I had to take a few deep breaths before the barista startled me with my drink.
"Here's your beverage ma'am. Are you all set?" She asked.
"Ye-Yes." I stuttered. I pulled out a five and preceded to hand it to the barista. The mysterious handsome man's hand reached out; almost instinctively and caught my hand. It was so cold, but it didn't bother me at all. Randy had always touched me with his cool hands and it was normal, welcoming. No, what made me pull back was the volt of electricity from his body that flowed through every inch of my flesh.
"Don't worry about it. I can pay for this." He murmured and smiled his perfect smile at me.
"You should go back to your friends Leigha." He suggested. I didn't know how he knew my name hell, I didn't care. As his eyes bored into mine once more, I felt like I no longer had control over my body. I had given myself to him without even knowing it. How could someone like that have such a power over me? He was a stranger, someone I wouldn't think twice of speaking to on the street. I was so out of his league. Why was he even here? I gasped as I realized he had reached out to me, gripping the charm lightly in his palm.
"You're connected to the courtship of the King? That's funny; I don't remember ever seeing you around court."
"I just moved here." I answered too quickly. He chuckled.
"Well it's good that you still know the rules. Go back to your friends love." He murmured.
"Okay." I said stupidly. I grabbed my latte and walked back over to the table.
"Who was that?" Tiffany asked defensively.
"You have to be careful Leigha. You can't just go around conversing with strangers. You are of royal standing. You have to be careful. King Royce is extremely strict about his women. I'm surprised to see you so far away from the Islands. Have you even been introduced yet?"
"Guys, please calm down. I've only been here a weekend. Give me a chance to understand all of this?" I complained. Jenny and Naomi sighed in defeat. They were still very anxious about being in the company with someone of courtship standing.
"Ignore the girls Leigha. Just take our advice and be careful okay?" Tiffany warned.
"Alright!" I muttered. They were starting to get on my nerves. I couldn't keep my eyes off the mysterious handsome man that captured my gaze. I looked over to the bar and he was staring at me. It was the most welcoming feeling I had ever experienced. Wow, what a feeling. I never imagined in my life that I would be so attracted to someone the way I was with him. He smiled that perfect smile of his, and pulled his hood back over his head as my friends became curious.
"Stop staring at him." Tiffany chided, nudging my arm.
"Alright… It's just that… I don't know, there's something about him." I murmured. Tiffany was glaring daggers at me.
"Let's get out of here. Had I known of your social status, I would not have had you come out here. No wonder Mina was staring at you so curiously." Tiffany complained.
"Oh give her a break Tiffany. Do you know how wonderful this is?" Naomi argued.
"We have to get her home." Tiffany countered. Naomi and Jenny sighed in defeat.
"We'll walk you to your car." Tiffany
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