And still further her heartbeat sped up. Grey was smooth, very smooth. That alone should have been a warning sign. Men weren't born that way, it was a refined skill, one that came with years of practice. But, he'd given her no reason to distrust him. If anything, he'd been quite the gentleman. Offering his coat, listening to her problems, sharing some of his own as well.
Then there were the intangibles... the little touches and the inflection of his voice. It was all incredibly attractive. She very much enjoyed having a man play with her hair, a weakness that Clove had discovered the other day, and now it appeared Grey had stumbled upon it as well. Her nervousness, as well as a bit of lust, reached a new height as he pushed the locks out of her face. As he did, the tips of her hair made little sparks, the crackle and light from them bouncing off the walls of the alcove. She blushed severely. How she hated when her hair did that, it was such a giveaway for her emotions! "It... it does that sometimes..." she said dismissively, willing her hair to behave.
But, it didn't. Nope. As she looked up at him, his eyes locked on her own, and the sparking continued. She couldn't take her gaze off of him. He wasn't the most attractive man she'd ever met, but there was something about him that drew her in.