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soon, I felt relaxed and satisfied. The darkness creeping inside me had faded. I had a sense of peace for the time being.
    There was pounding on my front door again. I rolled my eyes, stood up and grabbed the hand towel to wipe down my feet so I wouldn’t get paint on the floor. Then I grabbed my dressing gown, and wrapped it quickly around my body. I had no idea what my face and body looked like, but I was too annoyed by the disturbance to care. I couldn’t believe I would have to get rid of Josh for a second time. 
    Reaching the door, I was all but ready to give Josh another mouthful, but when I opened the door, it was Clint Weston who stood before me. I blinked twice and pulled my loose dressing gown tighter around me. Clint looked completely shocked, his mouth gaping open. We were both taken aback at seeing each other in those first few seconds.
    Taking in his appearance, I noted he was dressed stylishly in faded blue jeans and a black button-up long-sleeved shirt, his dark blond hair combed back. He had a faint smell of expensive cologne and soap. I did have to admit to myself, he was ridicously handsome, but I was sure he knew it.
    “Can I come in?” he asked, looking very unsure. He eyes swept over my body, bewilderment clear on his face. “Are you OK?” he questioned, thinking something was wrong. I must have looked a sight. He stopped looking so shocked and then leaned up against the door, waiting for me to give him some kind of answer. 
    I hadn’t made up my mind about Clint yet. He was Josh’s group leader at the Lappell, and he probably played a big part in putting together that twisted de-virgin party, but he had not been the one to take me there under false pretenses and he had also tried to get me to leave before anything happened. That action alone already told me I shouldn’t make any snap judgments about Clint. 
    “What are you doing here Clint? And how did you know where I live?”
    He grinned, trying to make me feel more comfortable. “Josh put your address on the list when we needed details about the extra guests for last night. Can I please come in?”
    I debated slamming the door in his face, but I was curious as to what he had to say. I was sure he must have come here to protect the Lappell and confirm I wasn’t about to go on a media tour about the ‘types’ of parties that are thrown by them. I pushed the door open further and nodded my head, gesturing him to come in.
    I remembered my manners, yes, I had manners . “Would you like a glass of water or something to drink?” My tone was rigid.
    “Thank you Norah. Water would be nice.”
    I could feel his eyes follow behind me as I walked away from the door and towards the kitchen. I had to go over to one of the higher set kitchen cabinets for a clean glass as my other glasses were all dirty and still sitting in the sink. Reaching for a clean one on my tippy toes, I felt my robe ride up. I pulled it down quickly, spinning around after clenching a glass from the high wall cabinet. As I turned around, I stumbled into Clint. He was standing right behind me. Why was he standing so close to me? In the moment of collision, I dropped the glass and it shattered everywhere on the kitchen’s hardwood floor. I couldn’t move. I was barefoot and surrounded by shards of glass.
    “I’m so sorry Norah.” His voice was uneasy, which sounded out of character for him. When he saw how still I was standing, he looked down at my feet, took in the situation at hand, and in one swift movement, scooped me up in his arms, our faces only inches from touching. Our eyes met again and instantly I felt transported back to Chagall’s Three Candles when we were completely lost in each other’s stare. My breathing quickened as he carried me. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he walked down the corridor.
    “Last door on the left,” I said, giving him directions to the bathroom.
    As he gently placed my feet on the tiles of the bathroom floor, I noticed the paint