He turns around, smug.
The longer I examine his face, I realize it's not smugness. It's… I don't know.
Something softer.
Sincere.
"I know who you are," he finally says.
He lists off my qualifications. Superficial details. Where I'm from.
"You don't know me."
Resigned. "That's been your choice."
I'm dumbfounded. "What?"
"You think I haven't noticed you? The way you walk around here in your little black dresses and spitfire attitude? You think I don't hold back from…" He sighs. Growls. A delicious, deep, and lustful sound.
I've never been more confused… or elated.
"What are you saying, Edward?"