Tall, but always slouching, as if he wanted to look shorter, Caine Devis didn’t really come across as confident, but he’d asked you out, thinking you were the one for him. Caine had dirty-blond hair, verging on—almost—brown. His hair was long and covered his head. He could really use a trip to the barber; he had hazel eyes that softened his face. His lips were naturally pink and soft, contrasting with his tight jawline. His hands were long and soft, perfectly suited for carrying your things. He often wore baggy jeans with long T-shirts and oversized hooded sweatshirts that covered his tall, lanky frame. He always seemed embarrassed about everything, so you took a devilish pleasure in making him squirm.