He hoped it didn't show on his face that just looking at her in the dim firelight was a treat, a delight. Her hair all mussed from bed, her feet bare, her cheeks pinked up from anxiety, she almost took his breath away. He knew she was skittish around men to the point that she couldn't even go to a coed gym to work out, and he didn't delude himself that he was exempt from that category, not even after all the time they'd had together. Oh, perhaps at the moment, as they shared a couch with a couple of feet separating them. But if he tried to get too close right now, she would freak. Bolt. Melt down. Maybe
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The character feels an intense admiration for a woman sitting nearby, captivated by her natural beauty and vulnerability. In the warm glow of the firelight, her messy hair and flushed cheeks draw his attention, and he is aware that he finds her enchanting. He recognizes her anxiety and personal struggles, particularly her discomfort around men, which adds a layer of complexity to his feelings.

Despite their time spent together, he understands that he still poses a threat to her sense of safety. The proximity of their seating reflects a fragile connection, but he realizes that any sudden move from him might provoke her anxiety, causing her to withdraw. This insight highlights both his desire to be closer to her and the delicate nature of their relationship.

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