Shutting the door softly closed behind him, Abi found that her heart didn't stop hammering. The nerves would go down but this feeling just being near him didn't seem to abate any. She had no idea why though, when it was silly. "You brought me books," she beamed, taking them from him. Her fingers grazed his and she cleared her throat. The tiniest touch was sweet and sentimental and electric too. "This is great, thank you...." Abi immediately dug into the Dostoevsky and pulled out the list, grinning like a mad man.
"Wow, these are diverse. Charlotte Bronte, War and Peace? Oh my god, you chose Anna Karenina. That's actually fascinating." Abi tried not to laugh, "Thank you, I... love this. It's better than wine or flowers. Can I get you a drink?" she asked, tucking her hair back and leading him in through the hall to her living room.