Posted by Anthony St. Clair on oneword January 26, 2006 06:12 AM
The appeal was in the brown eyes, dark like trees or earth, dark chocolate or darker beer. She’d seen eyes like that once before, down some late-night dream that had left her so hot she couldn’t even remember what she had been blushing about. There was only one thing to do, when you saw a dream like that, only come alive. She walked over, breathing hard and then barely breathing, and sat down at his table. "Hi."