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cleavage and he swallowed hard, trying to pull his eyes from that mesmerizing hint of nakedness. He wanted, more than anything, to press his face there, to bury himself in the comforting darkness of her breasts and her scent.
    His cock stiffened and Will forced his eyes and thoughts away from climbing into her cleavage.
    That’s classy , he thought, popping a tent as soon as I meet her at her door. He shifted his eyes to her face, worried that he might see a what-did-I-get-myself-into expression there, but she was smiling shyly and blushing so much that she matched her sweater. Her hair was twisted up in a complicated way, all smooth and heavy looking, as if he would just have to touch it and the whole intricate style would tumble out. Will was tempted to try.
    Rosie wiggled past Jenny and greeted Will with enthusiasm, pressing against his side and thumping his legs with her tail. He patted her head awkwardly, still unsure how to act around both the dog and her owner. Will wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to merit the happy greeting from either of them.
    Jenny stepped back and gestured him in. “Hi, by the way. Sorry—I’m a bit dating-challenged.” She blushed again at the admission, holding the edge of the door with both hands.
    The idea that she was just as nervous as he was amazed and enchanted Will. She was worried about going out with him , and it wasn’t because she thought he would hack her to pieces with an ax once he got her to the car either. No, she was nervous because she actually liked him—at least he thought she did. Maybe, like him, she was hoping that the evening would lead to kissing and touching and—
    His erection throbbed and swelled. Okay, no more thoughts about touching. Besides, any physical contact was becoming more and more unlikely, as he hadn’t said a single word since he’d arrived. Jenny probably thought that something was wrong with him. He tried to clear his throat, to say something, anything, but his vocal cords were still in a state of shock from being this close to her breasts. Words were obviously not going to work, so Will held out the flower that he held.
    He had spent almost as long at the florist as he had in front of his closet. He discarded the idea of a bouquet. It seemed too big, too showy, too…presumptuous, as if he was expecting way more out of this date than just the “work thingy” that Jenny had described. He had decided on a single rose, not red—he thought it was a little early to be giving her “love” flowers—and definitely not white, because he didn’t even want to suggest purity, given his own lack of experience. He decided on yellow. For friendship, the florist had told him. Friendship seemed a good place to start.
    He must have picked well, because her smile grew huge when she saw the flower and she pressed her hands to her still-pink cheeks.
    “Oh,” she said softly. “That is just so…” She shook her head, smiling. “You are almost scarily perfect, you know.”
    Jenny took the rose and smelled it, then ran the just-opening petals against her cheek. He really was amazing. She couldn’t believe how great he looked when she’d opened the door. His coat was open and his shirt made his eyes so blue that they didn’t look real. He smelled like clean man and cold and she wanted to keep him forever.
    Will was watching her as she absently brushed the flower against her skin. His breathing grew faster and his eyes dilated until the blue irises almost disappeared. Jenny was amazed by his reaction to her—she couldn’t help but see the bulge at the front of his pants and he seemed to be tongue-tied from seeing her in something other than a bulky coat and her clumpy snow boots.
    “Thank you,” Jenny remembered to say belatedly. “For the flower, I mean. It’s beautiful. I’ll just go put this in water. Or you can come too—to the kitchen?”
    Stop babbling, Jen , she told herself. Get a grip and try to forget that it’s been two years