She was beautiful. Dexter knew what beauty was, and could even appreciate it in a sort of artificial way. It never hit him like it did other people. Usually. But he knew it. She was certainly that.
Whoever she was, she was actually having an effect on him. Somehow. He felt his heart beating more rapidly than he'd ever felt it in his life. He felt like smiling. A real, actual smile. Not the false things he'd trained himself to do.
Feeling. That's what was happening. He was feeling. Honestly and unabashedly, as he supposed normal humans did day in and day out. He could actually track the emotion running through him. He could mark each thing that it changed. His skin felt warmer. His hands even felt a little bit shaky.
Holy god, what was this?
Dexter didn't know how to take her response to seeing him. So he just stared at her some more. It seemed like a good thing to do. As if as long as he could just look at her, he could go on living.