He has an ego the size of Texas.
"Should I pose or do you prefer watching me in action?"
I rolled my eyes, but who was I kidding? He was the definition of swoon. The worst part was, he knew that I knew it too.
He knows when a gal needs a hug.
Instead of helping, he pulled me into his chest with his arms wrapped around me. His embrace was like a winter coat during a snowstorm.. I was safe and protected. if only I could stay here forever.
He looks after the gal, even when she doesn't want it.
"I think I'm going to need a minute."
"I have a better idea." He swooped me up into his arms like some old-school prince charming, carrying me out of the ballroom.
Rowan raised his pierced eyebrow. "Quit pretending you're not loving every second of this."