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I’ll find out soon enough
"Nice dress"
A shivertone I glance overthere, an arrogant smirk on his face as he blatantly scans hten my spine I was tricked by his voice He sounded flirty and fun, but really he’s just a creeper Not bothering to say anything, I turnaround the crook ofhand onstare He doesn’t even flinch He doesn’t let o, either "Aren’t you Rose Fowler?"
He has an accent, but I can’t tell frouages; people froht "I a to discreetly pull out of his hold But his fingers tighten not so discreetly on ht so" He flashes me a s about him is dark His hair, his swarthy co at lance around, looking for my father, my sister, or preferably Ryder, who’d tell this asshole where to go if I asked hi docu to be polite but he’sit so hard He pulls me a little closer to hine, put off by the way his fingers so, please I have so for ainst his dark skin
He’s ry "Uht, aren’t you? I saw you on the red carpet" He tugs so hard on my aro have a drink"
Politeness flies out theas I rest ive hiht they’re pinching my flesh, and he’ll probably leave athe panic flaring deep within rowls fro every hair onhands off her Now"
Theaway from my arm like so aith his hands in front of hihs nervously "Didn’t know she ith you," he says shakily just before he turns and practically sprints away fro my arm, I turn to thank my savior, but the words die on my lips Dark brown eyes watch me, the man’s deht line He’s wearing a black suit, not a tuxedo, and it appears a little frayed around the edges As if he’s had it for a while and it’s been to the dry cleaner one too h air about hi, powerful, and extre ht?" He steps closer, but his presence doesn’t feel threatening More like protective, ith the look of concernhis handsoolden-brown hair hangs over his forehead
That I have the sudden urge to push the hair away from his face and test its softness is … crazy
"I’m fine" I offer him a shaky smile, which only makes him frown deeper "Did you know him?"
"Never seen him before in my life But a lot of assholes come to these parties Cannes is full of theh My savior has no proble crude and I can appreciate it At least what he says is real Most of the people I encounter speak carefully, as if they’re afraid they’ll so hi down to see the i red on e hand engulfing ht and he lifts his head, scanning the room with ruthless efficiency "I should kick the shit out of hi deal" My heart is all fluttery at the protective streak this et over it "It’s already starting to fade See?"
Slowly he tilts his head down, his lips parting as he exahtly over the iooseflesh to follow in the wake of his touch "Does it hurt?"
"No" I shakein fascination as he continues to touch e, his skin tanned and the pad of his thuh I can’t help but wonder at the difference between the two ers, yet my reaction to each is so coh I can tell he’s not satisfied with my answer His hand drops away fro to take off after my so-called assailant, but he re next to me as if he were put on this earth to be"Want a drink?"