Bright Eyes
“He rolled over in bed, squinted at his watch, determined that it was after two in the morning, and grunted as he rolled out of bed. After finding his jeans, he hopped on one foot and then the other to shove his feet down the legs. Then he staggered through the dark house, wondering who the hell would come calling at this time of night. When he swung the door open, he found Natalie standing on his doormat. Bathed in soft moonlight, she was, without question, the most beautiful thing he’d ever clapped eyes on. She still wore the midnight-blue dress with the slit that shot clear to her hip. For a fleeting instant, he wondered if he was dreaming. But then a rush of cool night air washed over his bare chest. He blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes and stifled a yawn. “Hey.” “I, um—” She gulped and jerked her gaze from his nude upper torso to look him in the eye. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” “Nah,” he lied. When a midnight-blue vision stood on the porch, no man in his right mind wanted to sleep.
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