Isaiah pushes off his car and invades my personal space. His dark scent envelops me and my heart literally trips several times as it tries to continue to beat. Even though he doesn't touch me, it's like Isaiah is everywhere. Only centimeters separate us, but his warmth surrounds me like a bubble.I have to force myself to lift my chin to look at him. His gray eyes soften, and there's this playful aura to him, accompanied by a devious tilt of his mouth.
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In a moment of intense proximity, Isaiah steps out of his car and enters the narrator's personal space, creating an overwhelming presence around him. The narrator feels a rush of emotions, including excitement and nervousness, as Isaiah's scent envelops her. She experiences a physical reaction to his nearness, as if her heart is struggling to keep up with the significance of the moment. The atmosphere is charged, making her acutely aware of the limited distance between them.

Despite not making physical contact, Isaiah's presence feels all-consuming, like an invisible barrier of warmth that surrounds the narrator. She fights the urge to shy away and bravely meets his gaze, finding softness in his gray eyes and a playful demeanor that hints at mischief. The subtle tilt of his mouth adds to his allure, suggesting that there is more to discover beneath the surface of this captivating encounter.

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