’ ‘Do you dance then?’ ‘A little,’ he gave a noncommittal shrug. ‘I thought you said white men can’t dance.’ Before he could say anyth...ng, she heard another man’s voice. ‘Like he said, we can’t. But then again, Aidan has always been famous for achieving the impossible.’ Gwyneth’s heart stopped for a second when she saw the owner of the voice. He was drop-dead gorgeous – tall, broad shoulders, dark hair. But what stood out most was his characteristic ice-blue eyes, the very same ones Aidan. I barely kept from squeaking, and dropped the glass. It hit the floor and rolled under the fridge. I felt Varun’s body pressing against mine from behind, feeling the heat and also the gentleness in his touch. I felt butterflies in my stomach. He put his face in the corner of my neck and breathed his hot breath, his lips brushing me there. I let out an uncontrollable gasp and my back arched into him as a shiver ran down my body. Never before I felt something so intense from just touching. I. . "how are you ","where are you ?" After this we agreed that I go to his place , I drove up to lisbon , into the centre ,a very prestigious avenue, he waited outside for me , handsome ! Classical longer haircut , salt and pepper , we went upto his luxurious flat , wich was ful of art , statues , modern paintings, jazz music softly playing in the background .he grabbed me by the neck , turned me around and kissed me very passionately, and saying :" you are here to please me !!!" Undress here in. From the amount of pain I was in, it was clear I hadn’t died in the explosion, but I had no idea how bad it was. I opened my eyes and groaned as the bright lights magnified the pain in my head, causing me to snap them closed again.“HE’S AWAKE!” I heard a familiar voice shout followed by a quiet, “Oh shit,” as a cold wet rag was laid across my forehead. The volume of the shout sent another spike of pain through my head, but the cold rag was at least pleasant.I tried to ask what happened, but my.