How did he manage to speak as if he could read her mind?
"Can you read people's minds for some reason?" She asked him without giving it much thought. She knew he couldn't read minds.
"No, but I can read yours," he drawled lazily, his gaze looking deep into her eyes as if he could see her soul.
Again, they were unconscious of their surroundings, and both were locked, at the moment as if they only existed in the world.
None of them blinked or looked away, it was as if they were spellbound to keep looking into each other's eyes.
Eleanor thought to herself if she was being charmed. Maybe she was; his beautiful hazel eyes shone against her brown eyes.
His was magical and as beautiful as she first saw it. Then she got reminded these same eyes had been dark brown before. It was more dangerous than these eyes and was filled with power, dominance, and even lust.
