Those gentle eyes staring into his dark ones. That's all he could think about. Soft pale skin, a warm flush over those cheeks, smooth plump lips. He understood why you were a model.

He's not sure what he expected when his friend first told him he'd introduce him to a model. But it definitely wasn't the angel that sat at the table now.

"Abel's popping off right now." He heard Micheal say, and he almost felt bashful. "It's not that crazy." He shook his head to try and play it off.

The sweet smile on your lips as you looked over at him could've made him drop dead. "Just starting out. It'll get better."