“I see the way you look at me. The way you fidget when I look at you. There’s chemistry between us, you can’t deny it.” He draws an imaginary line from me to him. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it? I see through your act, and you see through mine. That doesn’t mean anything to you?” He implores, his gaze so penetrating it feels like he’s not looking at me so much as into me.
Between my pounding heart and my spinning head I feel anxious, unsettled. I’ve never been the focus of such intensity, and never from a man so breathtakingly handsome. It’s overwhelming.
I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart, and shore up my resolve. “You’re nice to look at, yes.” He smiles knowingly. “And you make me feel…something. But I’m not interested in being your latest fling.”
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