He abruptly let go of her and walked over to sit on the sofa. His tall frame leaned against the backrest and then his eyes closed.
Tara Summer frowned, staring at the man's bare chest. He remained absolutely still, like a statue.
Assuming he had fallen asleep, she leaned against the door for a while. She observed as the tattoo gradually vanished from his chest until it disappeared completely.
Tara stepped forward to the sofa. Leaning over, she looked at the man's chest, feeling amazed and astonished.
Liam Yancey suddenly opened his eyes. His deep gaze, though still bloodshot, was no longer frightfully red as before. His eyes were so dark and intense that they sent shivers down her spine.
"I... I want to ask you a question," Tara didn't avoid his gaze, meeting it directly. Seeing that he remained silent, she continued, "Why does my body glow?"
"You think I know why?" Liam Yancey raised an eyebrow. His voice, like the ripping of brocade, was low and husky, and surprisingly sexy.
