She forgot to protect herself from him and his unavoidable attractiveness. The strength in his jaw bone, the definition in his chest, they soft rumbling of his voice, his fair skin, toughened by sun, and eyes that stole breath helplessly from their lungs. His voice spoke words that hurt, and were with out regard to their feelings, but still they thought they loved him. Oh to be his girl, life would be good then. Life would be good. He would fix all her problems, carry her far away from he discomfort.
LIES, my reader, LIES!