Amara

Leo was always handsome, and that had not changed one iota. If anything, he had become even more delectable. He took a couple more steps and towered over her. Amara estimated he must be six feet two or three. His dark brown hair was styled in a sloppy, almost dishevelled manner as if he had just rolled out of bed or had been driving an open roadster. His brown eyes were as beautiful as ever, but there was absolutely no recognition in them.

He smiled, showing two rows of dazzling ...