Chapter 28

• Evy
• "How do I look?" He asks, turning away from the mirror and still adjusting his tie. I simply gaze at the handsome man standing before me, unable to help but notice his masculine and serious face. His eyes, now even darker and intense due to the night's darkness seeping in through the window, draw my attention, and with a sigh, my observant gaze descends to his mouth, outlined by a sparse yet equally dark beard. "Well?" He insists, but I continue my overly meticulous assessment, now captivated by his tall, well-dressed figure in a black button-up shirt and a navy-blue tie with tiny graphite-colored diamond-shaped details. The black dress pants perfectly contour his thighs, emphasizing his waist and leaving little to my overly fertile imagination. I hold back a loud sigh, realizing it's time to snap out of this ridiculous trance and give my opinion.
• "You look perfect, Gael!" I sum up my response with a gentle voice because he doesn't need to know how incredibly attractive he looks dressed like this. And the worst part? He dresses like this every day, but only now do I realize that even when dressed, this man manages to stir something within me.