Julian Fairchild's voice was like a small hook, and his gaze became increasingly unfathomable.
Maeve Lane heard the words, lifted her eyelids, and focused on his eyes.
His eyes were very intimidating, with deep-set sockets beneath strong, straight brows, dense and long eyelashes, and black pupils that, when staring coldly at people, always made them feel fearful.
But this did not include Maeve Lane.
She was mesmerized, her body uncontrollably inching closer to Julian Fairchild.
Julian's Adam's apple moved up and down, his peripheral vision catching Maeve's slightly parted red lips.
He knew better than anyone the feeling of kissing those lips.
A fair and slender hand gently caressed his eyes; Maeve seemed oblivious to how intimate this gesture was. She was immersed in that state of exploration, feeling she was about to experience deep and complex emotions, "…Then tell me, what does it feel like to like someone?"
