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accent. I could listen to an accent all day. As I begin to roll my eyes I can see him give me another smile and there’s my loss of breath again. I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but I do not react like this over a man. No matter how handsome he is.
         “One whiskey please and whatever you would like” There’s that smile again and that accent. Stop thinking of the accent, Grace, and tell him no. I start to make his drink and as I hand it to him his hand just barely touches my own, but the effect is enough to shock me. At that simple and small touch my whole body feels like it comes alive, leaving tingles in its wake. From the guy’s reaction I am sure he has felt something too, but I can’t allow myself to linger on it. I have a plan and men are nowhere near that plan. Men complicate things and I don’t need the hassle they bring with them.
         “That’s five pounds, please,” I say and he gives me a questioning look.
         “I don’t need a drink, thank-you.”  
         “If you are sure. What about your number?” This guy must be so sure of himself because he doesn’t show an ounce of nerves as he awaits my answer.
         “I don’t have one, sorry.” He downs his drink and looks at me as he puts down his glass and takes out his wallet. As he opens it I can see it’s full of notes. I have never seen that much before in my life and before I know it he pulls out a fifty and puts it under the glass while he leans into the bar, looks deep into my eyes, so I can see the beauty of his grey ones, and whispers in my ear. I can smell his aftershave and it drives my sense of smell mad. It’s woodsy yet natural and all male.
         “Keep the change.” He gets up from his stool to walk away and before I know what I am doing I go round the other side of the bar and follow him till I can touch his arm. I can feel the tingles yet again as his whole body stiffens. As he turns around I hand him back the note while I say
         “That’s far too much for a tip.” He leans into me again so his lips are near my ear and I can hear him say.
         “Please keep it.” He begins to pull away, but before he does he grazes my lips with his and my body feels like its on fire as the tingles overthrow my entire body. I feel faint and shocked as I see him walk away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    GRACE
     
         I get home from my shift around three thirty that morning and although I am physically drained from the night I cannot settle. I toss and turn all night and whenever I do manage to sleep my dreams are plagued by grey eyes.  I wake again only having slept for around ten to fifteen minutes and then take what feels like hours till I sleep for another ten minutes. I huff and puff, toss and turn, I can feel myself get more agitated with myself and with those grey eyes as time goes by and my sheets wrap around my body.
    By the time the sun begins to rise I have given up all hope of a long sleep and so I decide to take a walk through the park, which is close by my little room. I change into a pair of jeans and a jumper; put my comfy trainers on and my coat before I grab my purse and keys. As I step out of the front doors of the house which houses my little room the cold air hits me and numbs my face in the process. I put my hands in the deep pockets of my coat and cross the quiet road to the park.
         As I walk through the grounds of the park all I can see are the effects of the cold winter that are left on our beautiful city. The grass is crisp under my shoes and I can see the branches of trees that are just waiting for their new lease of life. I am just like, or I was just like the trees before I came to live in this city. I was hiding behind the effect of my own winter, just waiting for the effect of spring to give me a new lease of life. The city is