She can always feel something just a little bit evasive in her expression -- like she's a kid caught in the act and wanting to write off everything that's been seen with her best repertoire of excuses -- whenever he suddenly opens his eyes before she can stop watching him quite so intently. Staring isn't her style, but that doesn't mean she can't get an unexpected thrill out of observing him.
If it's anybody's fault that he's the best-looking guy she's ever been attracted to, it's closer to being his than hers. And now that she knows what he's capable of, well, she can't be blamed if she can't look at him in same way she used to.
But he never says anything about it when he catches her.
He never so much as mentions it.
Sometimes she's pretty sure she catches a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, though.
Lifting her chin, she crosses one leg over the other and leans back in the chair, one of her arms hooking over the back of it. "I'm all ears, don't you know that?"
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Date: 2008-01-20 08:20 am (UTC)If it's anybody's fault that he's the best-looking guy she's ever been attracted to, it's closer to being his than hers. And now that she knows what he's capable of, well, she can't be blamed if she can't look at him in same way she used to.
But he never says anything about it when he catches her.
He never so much as mentions it.
Sometimes she's pretty sure she catches a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, though.
Lifting her chin, she crosses one leg over the other and leans back in the chair, one of her arms hooking over the back of it. "I'm all ears, don't you know that?"