when I felt the strange sensation of someone breathingdown my neck.First I thought I was just imagining things but thestrange sensation persisted. I turned to see the person whodoesn’t know what the words personal space mean.“Um doesn’t personal space mean any…?” God he’sgorgeous. I stared into the most gorgeous brown eyes toever grace the face of the earth. They had tints of gold,green and blue in them like a kaleidoscope of colour. His hairwas dark brown, tousled and thick. His skin was a pale goldwith soft cheekbones. The faintest hint of a smile playedaround the corners of his mouth. He smelt like milkchocolate and mint.My mouth went bone dry and I was completelyspeechless. My brain wasn’t functioning like it should, it wasall scrambled. I imagined myself my eyes wide and mymouth open. Snap out of it my mind yelled it’s just a guy. Iwas only like four inches away from him and the heat thatradiated from him was undeniably intoxicating. That meanttwo thing he was human
humans and immortals can bedifferentiated easily but only by immortals (humans don’tnotice as much as we do) humans radiate heat, warmth, andimmortals radiate coldness
and he’s totally off limits.Immortal law number two section four:
NO IMMORTAL OF ANY SORT ISTO ENGAGE OR ASSOCIATETHEMSELVES WITH HUMANS INANY FORM OF A RELATION SHIPEXCEPT FOR FRIENDSHIP. THISIS TO MAINTAIN THE SECRECY OF OUR WORLD.
It sucks yeah but it’s for our own protection. With thatmy brain descrambled itself and was working fine.“Oh I’m terribly sorry; I just wanted to see the book youwere reading.” As if his looks weren’t enough to dazzle meout of my senses, he had the sweetest English accent I’dever heard. My breath hitched itself in my throat.