"So clumsy," on the top of that man sneered from above.
Silja looked up and found his insanely handsome face just above her and her eyes couldn't help but stare more.
Don, who was looking down at the woman in his arms, his eyes narrowed. His one hand was holding her from the waist while the other was on her back. The softness under his hand was very satisfying and with her head looking upward he could see the length of her swan-like neck and her collar bones which further disappeared in her dress. Silja was leaning on to him and her curvy body was pressed against his. Adding fuel to an already existing fire.
Her lips parted and eyes misty as she looked at him with accusations and anger with a mixture of grievance as if she was mistreated.
Her slightly parted rosy red lips were quivering as she breathed through them and looking at her Donovan swore in his head. After all, she was a sight to behold.
And Don wasn't a saint but in fact totally opposite.
