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“
You
should
find
me
intimidating
.
”
He
nods
.
“
You
’
re
very
honest
.
Please
don
’
t
look
down
.
I
like
to
see
your
face
.
”
Oh
.
I
glance
at
him
,
and
he
gives
me
an
encouraging
but
wry
smile
.
“
It
gives
me
some
sort
of
clue
what
you
might
be
thinking
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
You
’
re
a
mystery
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
Mysterious
?
Me
?
“
There
’
s
nothing
mysterious
about
me
.
”
“
I
think
you
’
re
very
self
-
contained
,
”
he
murmurs
.
Am
I
?
Wow
…
how
am
I
managing
that
?
This
is
bewildering
.
Me
,
self
-
contained
?
No
way
.
“
Except
when
you
blush
,
of
course
,
which
is
often
.
I
just
wish
I
knew
what
you
were
blushing
about
.
”
He
pops
a
small
piece
of
muffin
into
his
mouth
and
starts
to
chew
it
slowly
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
me
.
And
as
if
on
cue
,
I
blush
.
Crap
!
“
Do
you
always
make
such
personal
observations
?
”
“
I
hadn
’
t
realized
I
was
.
Have
I
offended
you
?
”
He
sounds
surprised
.
