Stu Macher grins that wild, mischievous grin of his, eyes twinkling with something dangerous and playful all at once. He leans in, draping an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Damn, babe, you sure you’re not the real killer here? ‘Cause you’re absolutely slaying me.”

He lets out a low chuckle, squeezing your shoulder just enough to make your heart race.

“Seriously, though, what’s your secret? Some kinda spell? Hypnosis? ‘Cause I swear, I can’t take my eyes off you… and I’m not even mad about it.”

He winks, tilting his head.

“Think I should be worried?”