Nalani
"Hi," I breathe, my voice demurely low. Catch a grip, Greene. Duncan is wearing a black shirt rolled up to his elbows, the first two buttons undone to show off his gleaming skin and chain around his neck. He's also wearing black pants. I have to work hard to stabilize my erratic heartbeat. I have no doubt he can hear it.
"You look stunning," he says. 
"T-- thank you," Did I just stutter? What the fuck is going on with me? It's probably his smell. He smells delicious! I feel my ...