loincloth and a dangerous scowl etched over his chiseled features.
She was in love with that man.
Actually, she was in love with many of them, but Gerard Butler would always be her favorite.
At two o'clock, Gemma forced herself to shower and to look somewhat decent for her scheduled rendezvous with her fiancé at the nearby park. She decided to leave her hair down, as she usually did, and slipped on some low blue jeans, a tight t- shirt that brought out her brown eyes, and flip flops. There was no reason to dress up. It was only Code Blue.
It would appear that he felt the same way because he was merely in a T-shirt that fit his form quite nicely without appearing too tight. It was a grey color that could appear to be blue. Or maybe that was the fault of Dixon's own eyes. Jeans also occupied his outfit for the day, with a thick, brown leather belt wrapped around his waist, and tan boots on his feet. His copper hair was slightly messy, as though he literally rolled out of bed ten minutes ago, threw on some clothes, but did nothing about his hair.
When Gemma saw him, she felt her heart stop for a moment before doing a little flip.
Nerves , she told herself. Just nerves .
Really? a coy voice asked in her mind. And what, exactly, do you have to be nervous about ?
Thank God Benedict Park was filled with tall trees that provided tons of shade or else she’d be sweating through her T-shirt by now.
"There you are," Dixon said upon seeing her, his low, crisp voice taking her out of her thoughts.
She blinked once, letting his simple statement sink in before nodding a couple of times. "Yeah," she murmured before running her fingers through her hair. A light breeze pushed stray strands in her hair. "And could we try and get this over with as quickly as possible?" she added, hoping her voice sounded convincing enough to resemble annoyance.
"Why?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with deviousness. "You have a date or something?" And then, taking Gemma completely by surprise, started laughing at his own joke.
A couple of kids ran across a grassy field, attempting to fly a kite.
She paused for a moment, her eyes zeroing in on his smile. It was always quick and rare, and for whatever reason, Gemma felt as though she had to capture it and memorize it in case she never saw it again. The skin by his eyes crinkled and his lips were pulled back over straight, white teeth including two canines. He looked absolutely mesmerizing.
"Oh, ha ha ," Gemma muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. But she couldn't help but look back at him, seeing the remnants of the smile still touch his face. "You know," she said, her voice gentle and more serious. "If you smiled a lot more, I'm sure you would probably be married by now. Either that, or in a long-term relationship."
The tone of her voice caused Dixon to take a second look at Gemma. He particularly favored long hair on women, and Gemma's went to the middle of her back. He also liked the fact that she left her hair down. She looked incredibly stunning when it was messy, untamable, and fell into her face just so, giving him the perfect opportunity to curl it behind her ear.
Not that he ever would, of course. But the idea still rang true.
"What about you?" Dixon asked, cocking his head in order to look at her at a different angle. "Were you really planning on getting married to this Troy fellow? Are you really in love with him, or is this some kinda infatuation?"
Gemma furrowed her brow. "You tell me," she said. "You already seem to be sure of the answers to your questions."
"Well, come on!" Dixon said, clear annoyance in his tone. "You girls throw around love like it's the latest slang term. Do you even know the meaning of the word? Have you actually said it to someone you really loved?"
"I have never told someone I didn't love them when I didn't," Gemma told him firmly. "And just so you know, men like you don't seem to say the three words enough . Do you even know
She was in love with that man.
Actually, she was in love with many of them, but Gerard Butler would always be her favorite.
At two o'clock, Gemma forced herself to shower and to look somewhat decent for her scheduled rendezvous with her fiancé at the nearby park. She decided to leave her hair down, as she usually did, and slipped on some low blue jeans, a tight t- shirt that brought out her brown eyes, and flip flops. There was no reason to dress up. It was only Code Blue.
It would appear that he felt the same way because he was merely in a T-shirt that fit his form quite nicely without appearing too tight. It was a grey color that could appear to be blue. Or maybe that was the fault of Dixon's own eyes. Jeans also occupied his outfit for the day, with a thick, brown leather belt wrapped around his waist, and tan boots on his feet. His copper hair was slightly messy, as though he literally rolled out of bed ten minutes ago, threw on some clothes, but did nothing about his hair.
When Gemma saw him, she felt her heart stop for a moment before doing a little flip.
Nerves , she told herself. Just nerves .
Really? a coy voice asked in her mind. And what, exactly, do you have to be nervous about ?
Thank God Benedict Park was filled with tall trees that provided tons of shade or else she’d be sweating through her T-shirt by now.
"There you are," Dixon said upon seeing her, his low, crisp voice taking her out of her thoughts.
She blinked once, letting his simple statement sink in before nodding a couple of times. "Yeah," she murmured before running her fingers through her hair. A light breeze pushed stray strands in her hair. "And could we try and get this over with as quickly as possible?" she added, hoping her voice sounded convincing enough to resemble annoyance.
"Why?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with deviousness. "You have a date or something?" And then, taking Gemma completely by surprise, started laughing at his own joke.
A couple of kids ran across a grassy field, attempting to fly a kite.
She paused for a moment, her eyes zeroing in on his smile. It was always quick and rare, and for whatever reason, Gemma felt as though she had to capture it and memorize it in case she never saw it again. The skin by his eyes crinkled and his lips were pulled back over straight, white teeth including two canines. He looked absolutely mesmerizing.
"Oh, ha ha ," Gemma muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. But she couldn't help but look back at him, seeing the remnants of the smile still touch his face. "You know," she said, her voice gentle and more serious. "If you smiled a lot more, I'm sure you would probably be married by now. Either that, or in a long-term relationship."
The tone of her voice caused Dixon to take a second look at Gemma. He particularly favored long hair on women, and Gemma's went to the middle of her back. He also liked the fact that she left her hair down. She looked incredibly stunning when it was messy, untamable, and fell into her face just so, giving him the perfect opportunity to curl it behind her ear.
Not that he ever would, of course. But the idea still rang true.
"What about you?" Dixon asked, cocking his head in order to look at her at a different angle. "Were you really planning on getting married to this Troy fellow? Are you really in love with him, or is this some kinda infatuation?"
Gemma furrowed her brow. "You tell me," she said. "You already seem to be sure of the answers to your questions."
"Well, come on!" Dixon said, clear annoyance in his tone. "You girls throw around love like it's the latest slang term. Do you even know the meaning of the word? Have you actually said it to someone you really loved?"
"I have never told someone I didn't love them when I didn't," Gemma told him firmly. "And just so you know, men like you don't seem to say the three words enough . Do you even know
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