Samson stood staring at Eleanor, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He tried to avoid her large brown eyes gazing at him from behind the door, but now he was sucked in and free-falling into the depths of her beauty and strength. Her long dark hair was tousled and blanketing her shoulders. He wanted to reach out and touch it, feeling its softness between his fingers. He began to reach his hand out when he finally came to his senses. He dropped his hand and took a step back from her.
“This was a mistake,” he thought.
“Samson? Are you alright?” Eleanor asked.
Her voice. Its sultry sound sent chills down Samson’s back.
“Samson?” she asked again.
“Yes? Okay. I mean, yes, I’m okay. Just fine” he finally replied. “I was just going,” he said as he turned to leave.
“But why di
