~Josie~
My eyes were locked in a hypnotic state of rapture. They were pulling me towards him, like gravity and I could sense my body wanting to lean forward. To seek out that unknown sensation. Wanting more.
It took all my mental capacity to look away.
“Where were you?” Jace, the more jovial of my two brothers, pulls my head under his arm trying to hold me in a head lock. But my moves are unbeaten for a reason. I spin myself last minute, trapping his legs within mine and pushing him to the ground. His legs trapped within mine’s tight hold.
“Nice!” Jaxon nods in approval, Jace growling playfully on the floor.
“Wouldn’t mess with Josie, Jace. She’s unbeaten in combat for a reason.” Dad proudly chuckles from the table, my eyes briefly flickering to the guest again, his eyes having not moved off me.
That pull tries to suck me under again. My eyes dart down to his chest, I can’t see the most part of his body as he is sitting but judging by his broad chest, he was tall and muscular. His biceps were tight under his grey top, the material straining without his muscle even being flexed.
His eyes roam the length of me, I am not hidden behind a table…his eyes scanning the length of me. But I see no sign in his eyes of what he is thinking…maybe he is questioning my Dad’s claim of being unbeaten in combat. He wouldn’t be the first male to underestimate my abilities.
My eyes hold his again, suddenly it feels very warm in here, suffocatingly hot. Whoever he was, he had a deep dark aura to match those eyes.
“Huh we will see about that.” Jace mutters as I offer him a hand to help pull him up off the floor.
“Females only, right?” Jaxon looks to Mum and Dad in astonishment, needing to get the facts right.
“Nope, overall. Our best fighter.” Mum confirms out loud.
“Yeah but…” Jace stands up preparing to shut me down.
“Then call ahead next time, don’t just arrive uninvited like you’re my…” I could feel the warm glare of his eyes on me still, but I refused to look. I refused to be flustered by this judging male.
“What, Josie? Like your boyfriend…” George grunts out, his nerve of talking to me like this in front of my own family…
The cutlery in my hand is slammed down onto the table, Lobo barking at the abrupt clang by my feet. He was always good at sensing the change in my emotions.
I wasn’t usually one for public displays of drama, but George was getting on my last nerve.
“I’ve got a shift to start.” I control my growing anger by reaching for a slice of toast and biting down hard on it. I push my chair out, Lobo already by my side as I go to exit the house again.
The shower will have to wait, he’ll only try and pounce on me…I’d rather use a can of body spray to see me through the day.
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