Chapter 8

Dane She was scared. I could see it in her hazel eyes. Perfect. She was gorgeous and I hated to admit it. Her large hazel eyes were shaking as they stared into mine. I could smell the fear oozing out of her which fed my ego. Her skin was so soft as I held her chin. Her light brown hair was pulled back neatly into a ponytail and her strong fragrance filled my nose.