Dazed

Anne

Vincent shot out his hand and pulled me into the house, shutting the door right behind me. Next thing, he hurried off and within seconds, he came back with two huge towels. One he wrapped around me, the other, he placed on my hair, then began wiping my hair dry.

I was dazed. I couldn’t move or speak. I just stood there, staring at his chest as he dutifully dried my hair.

When I regained my mobility, I slowly raised my head to his face and stared at him. My hair and the towel that was moving around it shielded my face so he didn’t see me staring. However, something else followed.

When he felt my hair was decently dried, he used the towel to remove the strands blocking my face. That was when our eyes met.

Jeez!

I saw it! God, I saw it!

There, in his eyes, I saw Vincent.

He had stopped moving now and was staring right back at me.

My breath hitched while my heart bounced up and down my throat and stomach.

His hand left the towel and came directly to remove the remaining stra