When Mills exited her apartment complex, she was greeted by the sight of a well-dressed Drax; he was leaning on the passenger side of the car with his arms crossed. To her surprise, his muscular body looked good in a suit. He was dressed in black from head to toe and where others might look dull wearing such dark colors, Drax looked dashing. He had gotten a fresh haircut and had even shaved his stubble.
When Drax looked up and realized that she was staring at him he smiled so brightly that Mills felt her heart skip a beat and she took an involuntary step back out of fear that it was all a dream. She knew Drax was handsome, but she had no idea he could look so good. His long legs seemed longer, and his strong arms looked inviting.
For every step Mills took toward him he took two steps toward her. His dark eyes never left hers, and his smile didn't falter once.
