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"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆". ~𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒏. 

Deep green eyes were all I could see. They were the color of emeralds and unlike any other green eyes I have seen before. I found myself getting lost in them, not hearing a thing around us.

The person that belonged to the eyes stood off to my left. He was leaning against the bar but his gaze was fully locked on me. When I finally forced my eyes away from his I was able to get a look at the rest of his face.

Then only word I could use to describe the man beside me was gorgeous. Literally that was the one word that jumped out in my mind. A well trimmed beard graced his well defined jawline. It wasn't the kind of beard that guys my age tried to grow, no this was a man's beard and damn was he a man. Even though he didn't look to be any older than 28.

My eyes next landed on his lips. Lips that looked like the perfect size to kiss and nibble on. That thought had me biting on my own lip, imagining what it would be like to kiss those lips. I watched as they parted to reveal a set of perfectly straight white teeth.

I must have been really drunk as I imagined those teeth nibbling their way down my neck to other parts of me. Clenching my thighs tightly together I shook my head to clear away such dirty thoughts. I was finally able to clear my head enough to catch the end of whatever the man was saying.

"What are you drinking?"

"Uh..." I cleared my throat. "A mojito." My voice sounded really high pitch, making me inwardly wince.

"Can I get another mojito for the pretty lady, and a whiskey." The man beside me ordered to the bartender. His deep voice and the way he demanded the bartender sent a shiver down my spine.

"You didn't have to." I said, surprised he was ordering a drink for me.

"I couldn't let a pretty girl like you sit alone at a bar." He turned so his upper body was now facing me and his one arm was against the bar.

"What makes you think I am alone?" I found myself saying, leaning forward a bit. I had no clue what I was doing. Was I about to flirt with this handsome stranger?

"A guess and you've been sitting here for a while now." The corner of his mouth lifted up in a half smile, half smirk. I felt my heart beat a bit faster at that.

"You've been staring at me."

"No just casually watching." I couldn't help but laugh.

"That is called stalking you know."

"Maybe." His mouth tilted more into a smile.

We stared at one another for a good minute, neither breaking eye contact. Despite only saying a few words to one another there was something about him I liked. He had this cool, calm, dominate vibe about him that I really, really liked.

Our silence was broken by the bartender setting down our drinks. Without taking his eyes off of me the guy reached over and paid the bartender. It happened so fast I couldn't have stopped him if I tried.

"So what are you doing here alone?" He finally broke the stare down. I quickly grabbed my mojito and took a big sip before replying. 

"I'm here with my friend actually but...I think she left." I hadn't realized I hadn't seen her until I said it. Glancing around the guy I looked for my best friend and inwardly cursed not seeing her. She was the full reason I was here and my ride home.

It shouldn't have surprised me that Thalia left without me. She's done it plenty of times before. She must have found a guy she liked and went back to his place. Please have gone back to his place. I silently pleaded. The last thing I wanted was to go home and hear her having sex.

"Now you definitely need some company." The smile he sent me let me know he was clearly flirting with me. For some odd reason I found myself smiling back and leaning closer to him.

"I guess I do." Inwardly I was screaming at myself. This wasn't me! I didn't go to bars and flirt with random strangers, hot strangers at that. The guy standing beside me was so far out of my league and yet here he was smiling and buying me a drink.

"So what is your name?" He slid into a seat and turned to face me head on.

"Tera. How about you?" I didn't know who this guy was or if this would go past an innocent conversation so best not say my last name.

"Hunter." Of course he would have a hot name to match the hot body and face.

"Well nice to meet you Hunter."

"Oh no the pleasure is all mine."

I didn't miss the way he purposely dragged out the word 'pleasure' or the glint in his eyes.

There was something about Hunter that screamed confidence but not overly so. There was a certain air about him that just drew your attention but he didn't seem cocky.

Being 23 I've dealt with my fair share of cocky, over confident guys who thought they could get any girl they wanted. Hell you couldn't even walk across campus without some guy hitting on you like he was some gods gift to women. Even though I have just met him I knew he wasn't like the young boys at school.

To calm my nerves I took big sips of my drink. Sitting here flirting wasn't me at all but I found myself not wanting to leave just yet. It's not every day a hot guy wants to talk to plain old me.

Just stay and talk Tera. What could it hurt?