Up close, Noah understood why people called her the gold standard. Sophia Reign wasn't just beautiful - she was striking in a way that made you forget other people existed.
She had high cheekbones, highlighting features that seemed crafted rather than born. Her eyes were an unusual shade of amber, almost gold in certain angles, framed by dark lashes that made them appear even more dramatic.
She carried herself with the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly who you were and not caring who disagreed. Her figure was athletic but feminine - the slim thick kind.
The kind of body that came from years of combat training combined with good genetics. Dark hair fell past her shoulders in waves, the color so deep it seemed to swallow light.
Noah held her gaze, surprising himself with his own steadiness. "Guilty as charged."
'Where did that come from?' he wondered, but his voice had come out smooth, almost playful.
