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matter.  It won’t matter what color his eyes are.  Green or brown, blue or gray, light or dark, it won’t change what I already know, what I can feel .
    Levi is gorgeous.
    I know from last night that he’s tall, that his chest is wide and hard, and that he’s strong.  I felt all that when I landed in his arms.  The embarrassing way. 
    I know from last night that his voice is like smoky velvet, and that his personality is the dangerous kind—devilishly charming and fascinatingly witty—but still, I didn’t know what he looked like.  I will never know what he really looks like, but I’ve had to feel my way through life long enough to know gorgeous features when I touch them.
    And his are gorgeous.
    I smother a sigh.
    There’s no reason I should be disappointed.
    But I am.
    He’s tall, charming, probably wealthy since he was at my art show, and that was all fine and good until now. 
    But now he’s gorgeous, too.
    He’s got the whole package, a package that can land him any woman he meets.  Beautiful ones who can see .  And that means I have no shot with him.  That I never did.
    And yet, as stupid as it is, I feel disappointed, and my heart plummets.
    I stopped believing love would find me a long time ago, so it’s not like I was looking for someone, searching for a man.  But I’ve never had such instant chemistry with someone before. Not since the days when I could see.  And maybe not even then. I can’t remember the last time someone made me feel this way, blind or not. 
    I suppose I just got caught up, caught up in all the sensation.  I stopped thinking and simply felt.
    But that really doesn’t change anything.  Chemistry or not, I should’ve known it wouldn’t end well.
    For me, it never does.
    If he’d only been flawed, too, I might’ve stood a chance.  But with a man like this?  Someone who’s practically perfect it seems?  Not a chance in hell.
    There’s no way he’s really interested in me.
    No. Possible. Way.
    I try to swallow my regret as I stretch the swath of material across Levi’s eyes, leaning against him as I tie it behind his head. He brings one hand up to the small of my back, holding me close to steady me.
    Only it does not steady me.
    At all.
    Quite the opposite, in fact.
    It turns my insides to boiled mush.  Hot, liquid mush.
    I may not stand a chance with this guy and would be much better off running the other way, but my body has its own opinion. It’s obviously refusing to get on board with shutting this down immediately.  It’s doing, feeling, reacting the way it wants to, smart or not.
    Some part of my brain is resisting, too, for that matter.  It’s telling me that there’s no harm in flirting, no harm in enjoying this.  It’s nice to have the attention of a charming, attractive man, even if it’s just for a little while.  Nothing wrong with that.  I am a woman after all. Human. Made of flesh and bone.  And we all need attention.
    Right?
    So, despite what the realistic portion of my mind knows and warns me of, the rest of me is running toward the danger rather than away from it. 
    Basically, it’s a mutiny. 
    The cautious, skeptical part of me is totally overwhelmed, of course. It’s being drowned out, efficiently and effectively, and this guy’s proximity isn’t helping.
    Rattled, I cinch the material over his eyes and run my fingers around to make sure it’s in place.
    “Can you see anything?”
    “Nope. Not one beautiful sight.”
    “Good. Now you know how I feel.”
    “I do know how you feel ,” he replies cheekily as he pulls me in snug against him, molding me to his every ridge and plane, making me catch my breath like a virgin on her wedding night.
    Sweet God, what’s wrong with me?
    “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to treat me like every other woman on the planet,” I mutter quietly as I wriggle out of his grasp.
    “Too late.  Can’t unring that bell.”
    I don’t have to be able to see or feel his face to know that