Bella jumped, hearing the voice from behind her. Perhaps if she hadn't been talking to the kettle which apart from anything, made her look insane she might have heard the guy approaching. She whirled round and immediately wished she hadn't. The guy standing in the doorway, her cabin mate Clark, was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. As in perfect head, perfect face, perfect body, perfect arse, want to lick him all over kind of gorgeous...
Realising what she was thinking, Bella's eyes went wide and she forced herself to look away back at the kettle. "Erm...s'taking a while," she mumbled, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. She tucked her fingers into the palms of her hands, trying to reduce the risk of her just rushing across the room and grabbing him like she wanted to, Bella stepped back until her back was against the work surface.
She chanced another look up at Clark and shuddered. "I bet you could fix anything," she sighed, her eyes roaming over his body. One thing she would bet her life on was that he could make her feel better. Oo, she just wanted to touch him!
Flushing red, she looked down again, her heart hammering in her chest.