The days that followed after I'd met Janet were a blur of anticipation.
I found myself constantly seeking her out, coming up with new reasons to be in the same room, hanging on her every word.
Each stolen conversation, each shared laugh, only deepened my fascination, I was like a month to a flame when it came to Janet.
In just a few days, I had memorized every detail of her face, her body…for the first time in my life I found myself genuinely interested in a woman and not just my dreams.
My father, of course, was oblivious to my infatuation. He was too preoccupied with the business dealings that had brought Janet to our home. I overheard snippets of their discussions – talk of land deeds and cattle prices – but my mind was consumed with thoughts of blue eyes and white hair.
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