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working its magic on me; I have come a long way since I lived in my home town. Every day I am becoming stronger and allowing my self freedom and the possibility of a much-wanted future. As much as I try, though, my mind keeps going back to those grey eyes and the handsome face that housed them. He had given me a forty five pound tip! I mean, who can afford to do that? And don’t get me started on those eyes again, and the smell of him that had invaded me.
         Oh gosh, what’s wrong with me? I have never felt like this before, I don’t let myself get like this over a man, over anything really except my job. I will not let myself go crazy. I have a plan and losing my brain to a man won’t help me. All I know from past experience is that people who are important to you just break you down and leave you to deal with the pieces. I can’t go through all that again and that is why I prefer to keep myself to myself. If you don’t let anyone in, then they can’t hurt you. I keep trying to repeat that mantra to myself as the coldness of the harsh wind bites at my cheeks.
         As I take a look around at my surroundings, I can see a few more people walking their dogs than there were when I first started my walk. In the distance another figure takes my interest. Even from this distance I can tell the person stepping closer to me is male, holds himself well. Even from here he reeks of self-confidence and a devil-may-care attitude. I keep my head down, ignore him and just walk by so I can get home and have my bowl of cereal. It seems to take no time at all until I notice someone else’s feet in front of me and as I raise my head I am left speechless.
         Oh shit, it’s him. Oh God, why is this happening to me, I just spent the last thirty minutes trying to forget those eyes and because the Gods are obviously messing with me I am now standing in front of him and he has the cheekiest smile on his handsome face.
         “Well, hello again.”
         Oh my God, that accent. He could keep talking to me with that accent and voice. Stop it, Grace, you don’t allow yourself to be affected by others. Nothing good ever happens when you let people in. He is looking at me. I can feel his eyes roaming my body, probably laughing at said body in his gorgeous head. I can’t look at him. I won’t, because I know the moment I do I will be lost in those eyes and the new me doesn’t allow herself to be that stupid. I have to fight the need to feel the bite of my elastic.
         “H..hello.” Oh God, he has to talk again and before I know it I am raising my head and saying hello back.  “Do you remember me from last night?” He smiles at me and looks almost hopeful as I notice how inviting his lips look. I can’t help, but wonder how they would taste, how they would feel against my own and then at that moment my legs give way from under me and I feel strong arms wrap around my waist. As soon as he does it, I feel my whole body become alight to his and in tune with him. Without knowing what I am doing I feel my body turn towards his chest and settle there within his warmth. I can smell his scent and it leaves me shaking in its wake. As I stand there in his arms I can’t believe I am allowing him to affect me like this. I have to get my senses back and with reluctance I step away from him.
         “Are you OK?” He asks, with concern in his voice. He is so handsome that I could fall into the abyss, but I know what this type of guy is like and that’s not what I need.
         “T..Thank you. I’m fine,” I say, but I can see that he doesn’t believe me, but then the thought of last night comes to mind and I reach for my purse. With a shaky voice and fingers I add
         “I need to give you your money back.” He looks at me with a small level of anger, but there is no way I can accept that amount of tip. I place the money in my hand and reach my hand to him and he just looks at it like its