It was a shock then when I stepped out of the cab and found [him] sitting on my stoop. I stared at him as the cab driver pulled away, taken aback to see [him] sitting there in a sweater and jeans, his phone dangling between his hands. He looked like an ordinary guy. A very hot, ordinary guy, obviously, but gone was the impressive, intimidating businessman. Right then [he] was just a guy waiting on his girl. Except… I wasn’t really his. “Did you have fun?” he asked quietly in the hush of the very early morning. “I danced a bit,” I replied, my voice as soft. He nodded and looked away down the street. “Alone?” I stared at his handsome profile, trying to work out what was going on here. “No,” I admitted. After a few seconds he returned his gaze to me. “May I come up to your apartment?” In answer I strode toward him, my heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk. [He] stood up as I approached and like the gentleman he was he held out his hand to help me up the stoop. I curled my fingers around his, shivering at the slide of skin against skin. —Current paragraph from my current manuscript :p
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