Duke and I weren't supposed to fall in love. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with anyone. I try to be tough, and I'm pridefully independent.
It seemed unlikely there was anyone manly enough for me anyway. Then I met Duke. I resisted it. And resisted. And persisted the resisting. But I never really had a choice.
Duke has bright blue eyes. A muscular body. Gorgeous, dirty blonde hair. A serious demeanor. A fine scar across his cheek. From a whip. He's sharp. And he's witty.
And I used to laugh at his charm. Well one day I walked up to him to say hi. He grabbed me by the hand, looked me in the eye, and said, "Hey you." He pulled my hand to his lips.
I could feel his warm breath on my skin before he pressed his soft lips to it. He never broke eye contact. And the whole time, everyone in the room watched.
But I could see in his eyes he only saw me. When he walked me to the car, he put his arm around me. His hand gripped my side, and he pulled me in close to him.
Never in my life have I felt as feminine. At my car door, he placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face in to his. He kissed me with passion.
I wasn't supposed to fall in love with anyone. But Duke took what he wanted. And he was exactly what I needed.