the room, his eyes glued to me. a smile played at the corners of his mouth, his eyes looking me up and down. was it my imagination or did he just lick his lips? i stopped mid-sip, my lips at the edge of the glass. my eyes went wide and my lips went into a perfect blow-up doll "o."
that was one good looking man.
"i was thinking about our earlier conversation," he said.
"and?" i took a sip. damn, this was a good drink. and, i think i looked cute sipping it.
"cute boys can get hurt, too." he turned and walked away.
what the hell? did he just threaten me? 