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before her eyes traveled up his long body and met his incredibly handsome face. “I don't want to interrupt you.”
     
    “No, you're fine,” Amiira mumbled, tearing her gaze off of him, and immediately rethinking whether her words had been received in a completely different manner and context than which they were intended. Because he was quite literally, quite exceedingly fine. But she had meant it as a refute about whether or not he was interrupting her. Amiira gestured to the empty spot on the giant oak bench next to her. “Have a seat.”
     
    Amiira's eyes took in the sight up him again briefly as he heeded her instructions. They sat in relative, yet comfortable silence for awhile, both of them casting their attention to the water. The comfort in their silence was almost a bit startling to Amiira, considering she didn't know this man at all. Comfortable silences weren't something that you automatically shared with people you didn't know. She immediately blamed it on the alcohol.
     
    “Thank you for taking my bags up earlier,” Amiira began, breaking the almost sonic silence. “I appreciate it.”
     
    “Don't mention it,” Kian said easily, his brown eyes drifting over to hers. He regarded her briefly before turning his attention back to the boisterous current.
     
    Amiira almost instantly felt taken with his profile, which was illuminated by the night sky and the deck lights on the property. His jaw was strong, his facial hair short, his mouth placed in a natural bow. Amiira tore her eyes from him briefly as she took another sip of her drink, fearing she was already assessing him too closely.
     
    “So what's your story, Amiira?” Kian asked gently, his brown eyes pinning her with an almost laser precision.
     
    Amiira took a deep breath, not sure where to start; or even if she should.
     

Chapter 9
     
    Amiira bit the inside of her mouth as she eyed him, quietly contemplating how she should answer such a question. It was broad and elusive enough in nature. It wasn't that specific and she could easily reply with something nondescript and vague. But as she watched him watching her, and waiting patiently for her response, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly inclined to answer in some detailed and revealing way.
     
    There was something about his demeanor that was both easy and arresting, which didn't make much sense to her because those two things were completely opposite experiences.
     
    But yet, as she looked into his sincere, astute eyes, she felt both those realities almost pressing up against her.
     
    “It's not a very interesting one,” Amiira answered finally, settling on mild self deprecation as she brought her drink to her lips.
     
    “Oh somehow I doubt that,” Kian retorted, his smooth voice droned a bit as he let out a small chuckle.
     
    Amiira noticed the way his mouth curved up in a smile, exposing his pristinely straight teeth, which casted a lovely contrast between the pigment of his skin, and the dark facial hair that bordered his jaw and mouth.
     
    “Why is that?” Amiira inquired, silently both thankful for and cursing the liquor that ran through her veins.
     
    This man's beauty had already been beyond impressive before, but now given the circumstance, it was downright debilitating.
     
    “You just strike me as somebody who is all the synonyms for interesting,” Kian responded, after waiting a beat before answering her question.
     
    Kian studied her as he watched those words resonate. Her shoulders almost looked as if they were shielding her from him, or maybe it was the night air they were hunched up against. He noticed strands of her hair blowing easily against her arms and collarbone, he allowed his eyes to quickly span the length of her face, chin, mouth, nose and then eyes before he reluctantly tore his eyes off of her.
     
    “That's a bit inflated for someone you just met only a few hours ago,” Amiira replied, being both unnerved and endeared by the way he was