As if it just occurred to him, Zane Jennings pursed his lips and said it again, "Hiss... It hurts. I may be a man, but I'm scared of pain too."
He said it a second time, leaving out all the profanity.
He had an image to maintain in front of a girl.
Erin Lowell had met many people—some with personalities like his, others as handsome as him—but none were quite like him, with a personality that was at once so good, and yet so difficult.
'The good thing about him was that his world seemed to hold only goodwill.'
'The bad thing was that he was far too stubborn.'
'Whether his feelings were real or not, they were something that shouldn't exist.'
Erin Lowell's eyelashes fluttered. She couldn't help the slight upward tilt of her lips. "And here I thought you weren't afraid of pain."
