He stepped closer casually and placed his hand just under her chin, lifting it to look into her eyes with his steely blues, his own eyebrow cocked sharply. ❝You’ve had a real man, you’ve had me, haven’t you?❞
She hummed thoughtfully at his notion that he was a real man in her life. “You are a man, definitely a real man. But are you my man?” she asked with a smirk as she pulled away from him, her arms crossing over her chest with a brow cocked up slightly. “Show me how much of a real man you are, darling.”