Coming Out of Her Shell

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He was there. Susan could feel his eyes on her, even if she couldn’t see his face. His balcony was in shadows, but she knew he was watching her.

The very thought that he watched her in such an intimate, vulnerable moment was both thrilling and shameful. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Again.

She should stop. Just get up go back inside the house and get back to her normal and predictable life. She was crazy to play this game. She knew nothing about him other than the easy going image he projected.

Sure, he was beautiful to her. Tall and lean with a natural athletic build. The kind of body that said he stayed active rather than pumping iron. His slightly shaggy, black hair gave him a lazy, relaxed appearance that belied the intelligence he sometimes let slip through his “don’t take me too seriously” exterior.

If she had to catalog his features, she’d say that individually they were fairly ordinary. He had a broad chin, straight nose and perpetual five o’clock shadow. His eyes were the exception. They were otherworldly. Emerald green, they had captured her the minute she’d seen him at the neighborhood block party the first week she’d moved to Chester Park.

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