Chapter 7. Butterflies in My Tummy

Paris' Point of View 

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed out.

I stopped, clutching the lily. I can’t believe he touched me and I let him! It wasn’t sexual but it was dominating as if he had power over me. I wondered if when Noah and Selma called him Alpha they meant he was the Alpha male type. I got that vibe from him.

He was definitely involved in a gang judging by his activity. I was running from a gang I didn’t want to get involved with another one even though the leader made my panties wet.

He was gorgeous with his tanned skin and dark hair. The beard added to his mature appeal but my mind warned me to be cautious. If I kept entertaining him he might ask for sex and the last thing I needed was a repeat of what happened with Rafael.

“Paris.”

“Noah,” I sighed with relief. “What happened to your face?”

I reached out to touch the red bump under his eye but he gently caught my wrist and shook his head.

“I was in the gym.”

“So