“Come in!” she called, trembling fingers smoothing down the front of her dress.
To her surprise it was Charlie who walked into the room. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and black pants instead of a ratty slogan shirt and knee-bitten jeans, and with his hair so short he looked older. Stronger. More appealing. Jerk.
“Whoa.” He drew to an abrupt halt, his dark eyes wide as they soaked in the sight of her. When his gaze finally returned to her face Ari was sure she was blushing like crazy. Charlie had never looked at her with such blatant interest before.
“Don’t look at me like that.” She squirmed uncomfortably.
“Then poke my eyes out because I can’t look at you any other way.” His eyes darkened with melancholy. “You look amazing.” "