![]() She tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry. She dropped her eyes to avoid his and began saying "Sorry, I.", but the words died on her lips as she took in the tall, lean, muscled body that matched the perfect face. A blush instantly crept to her cheeks when she realized she had been staring gape-mouthed. "Here, let me take that," he said and gently took the big box from her arms.Īt the touch of his hands on hers, Clarissa snapped back to the present. His fingers twitched as he stared at her long tail of light brown hair hanging forward over her shoulder. She cocked one knee forward hoping the hem of her jeans would hide the duct tape she was using to keep the sole on the right shoe of her ancient trainers. When the man's gaze dropped down her body, not checking her out as much as checking her over for injuries, she became painfully aware of her baggy grey sweatshirt and threadbare jeans. "Uh, are you sure you're all right?" his smile faded slightly, replaced with mild concern. You know the statues? They look like you."ĭidn't it just take all, but even his eyes twinkled. Still stunned by his beauty, Clarissa didn't censor the words coming out of her mouth by actually thinking about what her response would imply. "You said 'that's what they must look like'. "So, uh, who looks like what?" he inquired. How was it possible to be even more gorgeous? "Most people usually just say 'thanks'."Įven as he gently stood her upright, Clarissa couldn't tear her eyes away from her saviour's model-perfect face, topped by thick, wavy mahogany hair. Goosebumps rose on Clarissa's arms at the deep sound. Looking up into a stranger's beautiful face she muttered, "So that's what they must look like." She exhaled a small "Umph!"when the box, not to be forgotten, thudded into her stomach. It took an interminable millisecond to realize that not only had she stopped falling, but she was being held in a pair of strong arms. The image of being squashed by the box flickered through her mind. Her eyes squeezed shut as her body instinctively braced for impact. "I h-h-h-hate Murphy's Law!" she stammered out just before a mighty sneeze sent her flying backwards into the hallway with a loud " Achoo!" ![]() She shifted her centre of gravity to open the door with a hip. Why can't he get one of the guys who can toss these around like a sack of feathers?" she grumbled as she backed towards the heavy door she'd left unlatched. Ferndale for making me get another box of these envelopes. Shifting the heavy load, she awkwardly wiped her face on her shoulder. Great, she thought, feeling the first tickles of a sneeze begin up high in her nose. Clarissa grunted as the heavy box fell forward into her arms, showering her with a fine layer of top-shelf dust.
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