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before, and enjoyed the serenity it brought, but she had never felt like this. It was probably all of Nye’s doing. She had never felt this way before him, and she didn’t like that a man she barely knew did these things to her, or at least gave her cause to feel them.
And yet … the man was ridiculously beautiful, a fact even she could not deny. But it was his charm, the mischievous sparkle that was the light that filled his green eyes, which caused his whole face to smile with such happiness, anyone within his direct radius could not help but smile in return. It was his charm that made him above-average when it came to beauty, and it was his charm that would be her impending downfall.
Well, then. She would have to find a way to make herself immune to him, especially when she knew that logically, he could not feel what she may start to feel for him for her in return. At least she could foresee these feelings, and because of that, she would be able to prevent them from happening. Yes, she would do that. It was so simple. She would just not like him in that manner. She could do that.
“You know,” a voice said from in front of her, so close to her that she could feel his breath touching her face. She didn’t realize she had been dozing until his voice filled her senses and she slowly opened her eyes, coming in contact with familiar, pale green eyes. “We gave you a room. No reason for you to be sleeping on the couch. Unless, of course, you prefer the couch. Whatever suits your style is fine with me, though things may be a bit awkward if anyone walked in while you were changing or something.”
Holly narrowed her brown eyes into his, refusing to be affected by his close proximity. Tommy Nye was sitting on the edge of the coffee table that rested in front of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees and his arms relaxing in the space between his legs. His torso was tilted forward, which was why he was so close to her.
“Is that supposed to be the infamous Nye charm?” she asked him, raising one cool eyebrow.
“It’s supposed to be,” he said, shrugging one shoulder almost lopsidedly, giving her a half-smile. “But I take it it’s not exactly working after the whole beach thing, huh?”
“Listen, Tommy,” she began, wondering why he was smiling when she merely just said his name, “I wanted to apologize to you. I know that I asked for your honest answer, and to be honest, I should have expected something like that coming out of your mouth.”
“Yes,” he agreed, nodding once. “You should have. It’s not my fault you’re exceedingly attractive.”
Holly gave him a dry look. “No hitting on me, please,” she said, trying to mask her discomfort by glancing away before locking eyes with him once more. “I’m supposed to be your psychologist. We’re supposed to have a professional relationship.”
“Oh, but you look so cute when you blush,” Tommy teased, flashing her that disarming charm smile.
Don’t slip, don’t slip, don’t slip …
“Be that as it may,” she said once she had cleared her throat, “you will have to find a way to gain control over yourself while I am on this bus. If this is too much for you, feel free to let me know and I will leave the bus and fly back home.”
“I have a question.” Tommy’s expression was serious. She regarded him suspiciously but perked her brow, indicating that he could go on. “What if …” Here, he leaned closer to her, staring pointedly at her lips before pushing his eyes up into hers. His nose was so close to the skin of her cheek, he could feel her warmth radiating off of her skin. “What if you come on to me ?”
“It’ll never happen,” Holly answered, dropping her voice as she cocked her head so that now their lips were close. “But if such an occasion does occur, Mr. Nye,” she continued, her voice taking a sensuous tone to it, though the reason for it was beyond her
And yet … the man was ridiculously beautiful, a fact even she could not deny. But it was his charm, the mischievous sparkle that was the light that filled his green eyes, which caused his whole face to smile with such happiness, anyone within his direct radius could not help but smile in return. It was his charm that made him above-average when it came to beauty, and it was his charm that would be her impending downfall.
Well, then. She would have to find a way to make herself immune to him, especially when she knew that logically, he could not feel what she may start to feel for him for her in return. At least she could foresee these feelings, and because of that, she would be able to prevent them from happening. Yes, she would do that. It was so simple. She would just not like him in that manner. She could do that.
“You know,” a voice said from in front of her, so close to her that she could feel his breath touching her face. She didn’t realize she had been dozing until his voice filled her senses and she slowly opened her eyes, coming in contact with familiar, pale green eyes. “We gave you a room. No reason for you to be sleeping on the couch. Unless, of course, you prefer the couch. Whatever suits your style is fine with me, though things may be a bit awkward if anyone walked in while you were changing or something.”
Holly narrowed her brown eyes into his, refusing to be affected by his close proximity. Tommy Nye was sitting on the edge of the coffee table that rested in front of the couch, his elbows resting on his knees and his arms relaxing in the space between his legs. His torso was tilted forward, which was why he was so close to her.
“Is that supposed to be the infamous Nye charm?” she asked him, raising one cool eyebrow.
“It’s supposed to be,” he said, shrugging one shoulder almost lopsidedly, giving her a half-smile. “But I take it it’s not exactly working after the whole beach thing, huh?”
“Listen, Tommy,” she began, wondering why he was smiling when she merely just said his name, “I wanted to apologize to you. I know that I asked for your honest answer, and to be honest, I should have expected something like that coming out of your mouth.”
“Yes,” he agreed, nodding once. “You should have. It’s not my fault you’re exceedingly attractive.”
Holly gave him a dry look. “No hitting on me, please,” she said, trying to mask her discomfort by glancing away before locking eyes with him once more. “I’m supposed to be your psychologist. We’re supposed to have a professional relationship.”
“Oh, but you look so cute when you blush,” Tommy teased, flashing her that disarming charm smile.
Don’t slip, don’t slip, don’t slip …
“Be that as it may,” she said once she had cleared her throat, “you will have to find a way to gain control over yourself while I am on this bus. If this is too much for you, feel free to let me know and I will leave the bus and fly back home.”
“I have a question.” Tommy’s expression was serious. She regarded him suspiciously but perked her brow, indicating that he could go on. “What if …” Here, he leaned closer to her, staring pointedly at her lips before pushing his eyes up into hers. His nose was so close to the skin of her cheek, he could feel her warmth radiating off of her skin. “What if you come on to me ?”
“It’ll never happen,” Holly answered, dropping her voice as she cocked her head so that now their lips were close. “But if such an occasion does occur, Mr. Nye,” she continued, her voice taking a sensuous tone to it, though the reason for it was beyond her
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