Description
"Before I head down the hall I notice a tall broad-shouldered man sitting hunched over at the end of the bar. He picks up a bottle of Jim Beam Rye and refills his glass. His alabaster skin is smooth over his angular features. His ample lips are slightly downturned in a sad grimace above his square jaw. His furrowed brows nearly touch the long transparent lashes jutting out over his glossy, celadon -green eyes. Dark bruises surround the deep-set hooded orbs. His nose is a perfectly sculpted copy of Michaelangelo's Davids' between high, sharp cheekbones. Even wearing this broody, grief-stricken expression, he's quite possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's wearing a collared, black pin-striped shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and tight-fitting dark-wash jeans with brown boots. His hair is an ethereal white-blonde, half bound in a loose bun with the rest cascading bone straight down his back to his waist. He senses me staring and his eyes capture mine. My heart is pounding."
1. The Guy At The Bar
