sexual-tension

Samantha, you interest me. I__ like to take you out. Why are you fighting me?

Summer sticks to her skirt sumptuously, in the shiny gray fabric hanging loosely from her curves. Her chestnut eyes, apparently hidden from strangers; her simple but graceful face, unpainted by Madison Avenue; and her straight black hair, parted down the middle without ego, all suggest a minimalist - almost pastoral - beauty that is oddly discordant with her fashionable attire, comfortable indifference to the crowds, and quasi-attentive perusal of the Time magazine unfolded over her hand.

I looked at him like a stranger, someone I__ never seen before, and he looked at me like I__ been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.

You do bad things to me, Carrie,_ he grinned, __ery bad things.