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bizarre than that, though, was the feeling in my gut, the feeling that said I could trust him with my life.  Now that made no sense at all .

Hands resting casually in the pockets of his jacket, Bo approached my window and sank down into a squat.  Obligingly, I reached to lower the window.  My fading battery didn’t have enough juice to work the mechanism, however, so I had to open the door in order to address him.

Bo rose and shifted to the side to let me push the door wide.  When it was open as far as it would go, he stepped into the V and squatted down right in front of me.

Up close at night, his eyes appeared to be endless wells of inky liquid.  The low light shone on their glassy surfaces and sparkled.  His hair was the rumpled mass of jagged peaks that it always was and his jaw was dark with five o’clock shadow. 

He smelled wonderful, too.  I could tell it wasn’t cologne.  He just smelled clean, like soap and something tangy, spicy.

“Need some help?” 

Though his voice was not much more than a whisper, I heard him clearly.  It was as if his soft words resonated somewhere deep inside me, causing a little thrill of pleasure to vibrate through my body like a tuning fork.

I could’ve just answered his question.  I should’ve just answered his question.  But I had questions of my own and they seemed far more important at that moment.

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching you,” he confessed, as if that was the most natural thing in the world, to be lurking in a dark parking lot in the middle of the night.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you watching me?”

“Why does everyone watch you?”

“Everyone doesn’t watch me,” I rebutted.

“Yes they do.”

“No they don’t.”

“You just don’t see them watching you.  But they do,” he said, his lips twisting up into what might’ve been a tiny grin.  I couldn’t be sure since the shadow of the door frame fell across part of his face.

“But why?  Why would anyone watch me?”

“Come on.  You have to know how beautiful you are.  You don’t need me to tell you that,” he said, making it sound as if I was fishing for compliments.

“I guess that’s just your opinion,” I responded sharply.

He eyed me suspiciously, determining whether or not I was being sincere.

“You really don’t know, do you?” He seemed genuinely surprised.

I shrugged, wishing that I could tear my gaze away from his and look anywhere but into those eyes.

“But you are,” he declared softly.  “You shine like the sun and you move like water.  Your eyes are the perfect mix of gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer.  I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.”

If anyone else had said something like that to me, I probably would’ve smiled and written them off as either a total dork or a total nut job.  But not with him, not the way he said it.  He was enchanting and I was enchanted. 

Even though his poetic words stirred something inside me, bringing long dead things to life, it was his eyes that told the real story.  They promised that he meant everything he’d said and that he was just as intrigued by and attracted to me as I was him. 

My lungs seized, trapping air inside the painfully tight walls of my chest.  I didn’t know what to say.  I had no such elegant prose to explain the way he made me feel when he looked at me with those hypnotic eyes.  I couldn’t even really make it make sense to myself, so telling someone else was hopeless.

But I could feel it.  Oh, how I could feel it.

“Your battery’s dead,” he stated flatly.

“I-I know,” I admitted.

“Let me walk you home.  You can get it fixed tomorrow.”  He stood, holding the door open wide. 

He held out his hand and I took it.  It was cool and a little rough, but attractively so.  When I stood, we were less than a foot apart.  The words of gratitude I’d been about to speak died on my