"Mind if I sit here with you for a drink?"
"Are you sure you want to take such a risk?" I arched my brow.
I turned to peek at the individual who chose to drink with one person the entire crowd was avoiding like a virus.
I was left speechless.
My jaw dropped when my eyes met the most amazing silver pools of the stranger. His face was carved by the deities. His short hair was cut short in army style. And when he grinned at me I thought I saw stars burning in his eyes.
Damn, Does a man this handsome exist in the real world?
"I'm Callum, What's yours?" I almost missed his voice, so lost in his charm.
He seemed to be aware of what he was doing to me, he chuckled softly.
His laugh made my insides melt.
I dug my nails into my palm, pulling myself back to earth.
"Sophie Clearwood," the words came out of my lips, were dry to my ears. I instantly turned my eyes down to my hands.
