Author: Tara Brown
Quotes of Author: Tara Brown
My name is Liv Daniels. What's yours?" He smiled wider, nearly sending my heart into overload. "Liv. That's a nice name. Is it short for something?" He stood and I craned my neck. He was quite tall. His tailored suit had made him appear far slighter than he was up close. He offered me a hand, again politely. I studied his hand for a moment, before taking it. It was huge and for some reason, I had the strangest feeling I shouldn't, I shouldn't touch his hand. I should back away and return to the idiot at my table. Somehow his hand became a fork in a road, and I knew myself; I would take the wrong road. "Olive, but I like Liv." I reached forward and squeezed his hand, trying desperately not to let go. There was no spark or great event, like I had imagined there might be. It was a simple handshake but my heart was beating a mile a minute. I peered back up at him, overwhelmed by the height difference between us. Maybe he wasn't my age. He was extremely tall and broad. I had to be at least five foot six in my four-inch heels, but still I craned my neck to stare into his eyes. They were midnight-blue pools that I wanted to swim in. "I'm Briton, Briton Thorlackson." "It's nice to meet you, Briton. I'm Liv Daniels." He smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Yes, I believe we've covered that." I laughed, but it was a strange laugh I didn't recall laughing before. I felt my face flush red. "Yes, I believe you're correct. book-quote
