The Awakening - David Horn - Bog

Samira knew only that her heart was racing. She didn't know Declan personally, and she didn't think she even liked him. But her heart was racing as if he had just kissed her for the first time. Not that he had. Not that he ever would, she thought to herself. God no! Rich. Moneyed. Arrogant. No doubt a lying, cheating bastard, she mused. They all were, these types. But here she was, and here he was, coming towards her from the other side of the room.