“It’s a lovely evening,” he says sounding as if he is observing something working exactly the way it should.
“I think it’s perfect,” I reply.
“Nearly perfect.” His remark tells me that he thinks something is missing.
“And what would make it perfect if I may ask?” I say looking up at him as we walk towards the beach.
“Getting to know you better,” he replies confidently.
I blush, thankful that it is night and there is little light for him to see how red my face is. My skin is a golden brown but despite its color, I’m sure he could see me blushing if there was enough light. Despite the cool breeze, I feel warmer than expected and I know its Rick’s remark and his closeness that is having this effect on me. What is wrong with you? No man has ever had this effect on me this quickly. I know I’m feeling like a little girl who has just been spoken to by her first high school crush. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I haven’t had someone in my life for a long time.
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