He wondered if this going into a trance like state was a common habit or just a reaction to her peculiar situation. Time will tell, he thought.
At first she had been startled by Darlene's observation then smiled obviously pleased by her greeting as he noticed her shoulders relax followed by a huge pent up breath. Didn't last long though, he thought sourly, as when she joined him on the lounge she made sure there was plenty of space between them and once again her face was shuttered and her shoulders stiff, back ramrod straight.
He dryly noted that this was in direct contrast to him as he felt his pulses spring into life along with another part of his anatomy. After pouring the coffees and proffering sugar and milk Ethan prudently crossed his legs.
Belinda felt she did well to hide her reaction to being so close to Ethan. His body language suggested that she was encroaching on his personal space. Judiciously she stood and took her cup over to ostensibly admire the pool and the view and to hide the fact her headlights were on high beam! Nothing new there she thought but at least in hospital she was able to cover herself with the blanket. This thin track suit molded her like a second skin. Living with this man and hiding her spontaneous response was going to be sheer torture.
That tracksuit molded her bottom like a second skin Ethan observed. Deep controlled breaths and eyes focused firmly on his coffee Ethan controlled his reactions and released his legs from their stiff pose. Living with her while hiding his attraction was going to be sheer hell.
Each lost in their own thoughts they didn't notice the knowing look on Darlene's happy face.