His Perfection

I spun around, my heart skipping a beat as I took in the sight of a tall, dark-haired man standing behind me. His piercing eyes sparkled with amusement, and his full lips curved into a sly smile.

"Those poor grass blades would be wondering what they did," he repeated, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realised I had been caught stamping my foot like a petulant child. I tried to brush it off, but his gaze made me feel like he could see right through me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.