Chapter 11 When Eyes Meet
I dusted the wood shavings off my jeans before rising. I then asked Paul to grab a sheet of fiber and a bottle of adhesive from the kitchen so that we could be done with the fourth cabinet before moving onto the drawers.
I sensed her first, and then, the smell of her perfume wafted over to me – the one I’d first smelt when I’d ran the tip of my nose over her cheek the day before yesterday.
I turned, just as she took a step forward. I yelled at myself not to – oh, how I strained against the urge – but I still looked up. Our eyes met. She stopped in her tracks, so I took that as an opportunity to slowly drag my gaze over her. She mirrored my assessment.
Eyes clashed.
I licked my lips. She parted hers – just enough to throw my coherency out the back door.
We looked. We stared. We held back.
And then, as if realizing something, she rushed past me to the door and out into the street, and reluctantly, I got back to work.
I did the same thing the next day.
And the next.
And the one after that.