Chapter 65

Jasmine drank in his appearance like a thirsty man drinks water after coming out of a desert, loving the way the cords clung to his long legs and thighs, the lighter blue shirt making his eyes appear almost the same color.

He grimaced as she continued to stare at him, misunderstanding her fixed gaze.

'I'm afraid I've become very… casual…I guess,’

'Oh no, you look--you look very nice,' she amended the wonderful she had been going to use to describe his appearance. 'Please go through to the lounge and pour yourself a drink.'

'No, thanks.' He lounged against the kitchen unit closest to her as she worked at the cooker. 'Dinner smells good.'

'Thank you.' Once again she blushed at his compliment, feeling slightly unnerved by his closeness. 'Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?' She could smell his aftershave, loved the way his hair curled damply about his ears and nape, had difficulty resisting the impulse to touch that hair, to run her fingers throug