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across the room. He was like a magnet, drawing my eyes away from the hypnotic lights, burning my brain clean of all thought. I met his eyes through the haze and was locked in tight.
    They were as gold as my whiskey, dark rings encircling them. And they smoldered like fire, sending chills through me from scalp to toe. I almost didn't notice the sculpted muscles beneath the black t-shirt or the tumble of dark curls.
    He smiled at me, his full lips curving upwards ever so slightly. I flushed, and tore my eyes away, embarrassed that I was blushing like a schoolgirl over a stranger. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, staring at him so hard.
    But even with my gaze averted I could still feel him there, studying me intently. The sensation was not unpleasant at all. But as always, the fear that he was inwardly mocking me was there. Maybe even out here being a thicker girl wasn't exactly desirable.
    I tipped back the glass, savoring the burn, and raised a finger for another. If I had one vice, whiskey was it.
    An arm descended around my shoulders, pulling me in against the owner. I looked up at the owner, my hackles raised immediately. The scent of smoke and beer enveloped me as the man who had leered at me leaned in, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.
    “Hey, baby blue eyes,” he slurred, grinning down at me. I wrinkled my nose as I pushed away from him, my hand firm against his chest, but he had me in a tight grip. “Feel like partying tonight?”
    “Get your hands off me.” I shoved harder, sending him stumbling backwards. In a flash his friends were off their stools, encircling me. It was so unreal it was almost dream-like.
    “We just want to hang out, pretty girl,” one said. He was pressed almost against me, holding me where I was as Leery leaned against the bar, recovering his equilibrium.
    “Don't be a bitch about it,” he said. “You're lucky we asked anyways, cow.”
    My vision turned red with shame and anger, my fingers white-knuckling my tumbler of whiskey. I briefly debated pouring it on him, but that would be a sad waste of alcohol, and besides, my chronic shyness had the side effect of forced meekness.
    “I just want to be left alone,” I said, but any loudness I could have had was lost in the music and my own embarrassment. Someone was laughing, and I felt a hand slide over my shoulder and down my arm. Disgust rippled through me as I glared at Leery, preparing to cock my fist for a swing—
    He went flying across the room, landing in a crumpled heap at the door.
    I was frozen, completely shocked as golden eyes stared at me, then turned their full force on the other drunk fools.
    “Get out.” That's all he said. But suddenly I could breathe again, the presences surrounding me gone as the drunk boys quietly gathered up their fallen comrade and nearly fell over each other in their hurry to get outside.
    My savior watched me, tension evident in every line of his body. His pupils were dilated to points, the gold and amber rings standing out like molten gold. He loomed above me head and shoulders, built broad like an ox.
    “Are you all right?” he asked softly. I realized I was still clutching my tumbler. I loosened my grip, my hands shaking a little.
    “I'm fine,” I muttered, unwilling to meet his eyes despite his magnetic attraction. It was even more embarrassing to be mocked and unwilling to stand up for yourself in front of a sudden crush. I wondered how foolish I looked to him.
    I knocked back the glass to settle my nerves. “Jacob Moreno,” he said, holding out his hand when I had set the tumbler down. I hesitated a bare second, then took it.
    Lightning tingled its way up my arm as I looked at him, his fingers firm around mine. Jacob didn't squeeze, but I got the strange impression that he wouldn't willingly be the one to break contact. He wasn't smiling anymore, and the smoldering fire in his eyes made my heart beat faster...
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