Scene where Ciaran meets Tyson Lagarosa for the first time

My gaze slid to the man standing at the front door. He didn’t come forward, but instead watched the scene before him.

Leaning against one of the turret pillars, with his legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, he looked like he was posing for a magazine shoot. He reminded me of a model in a cologne commercial—dark, alluring, mysterious, though today he wasn’t as dressed up as he was in the paparazzi photos from last night.

He was casually dressed in jeans that hung at his waist, with a loosely tucked-in faded concert t-shirt, flip-flops, and sunglasses. He was solidly built. A bronze god. Wide spans shoulders, slim waist, ropey arms. Everything about him said swimmer as well as surfer.

His dark brown hair was on the longer side, blowing in the warm breeze. On anyone else I’d say he was in need of a haircut, but he wore it well. His facial features were chiseled from a masterpiece. Strong, perfect brows. A Grecian nose. High cheekbones and a cut jaw.

He wasn’t smiling, but then again, neither was I as we inspected each other like fighters entering a ring.

Then, almost without warning, a smug smile tugged on his lips and I sensed I’d been judged… and found lacking.

In that instant I knew I would not get along with Tyson Lagarosa.

Meanderings of the Muse

Snippet from my current novel in progress, Dare You to Love Me (M/M Romance)