*Declan*
Leah f*cking Garcia.
She had a way of messing with my senses. I knew it from the first night we met, the way she looked at me like I belonged to her. The way her brown eyes drew me in, not giving me a chance to use my brain.
There’s a subtle way she carries herself that’s so alluring; so much confidence and surety, but also softness. The pant suit she wore today accentuated her curves and I couldn’t help but stare.
Even when she refused to look at me, or raised her chin at me, all I wanted to do was pull her into me.
Her intrusive questions and stubborn nature frustrated me to no end, but still I wanted her.
Before I knew it, she was trying to run away from me. I chased after her, wondering why she was acting differently. If I knew anything about Leah Garcia, it was that she never ran, but today she couldn’t even hold my gaze.