Blackfoot Forest not even into another eternity

There was something to be said for her fleeting moment of boldness. It was as though it had grasped her out of nowhere. It had pulled her gaze up from his limbs and fastened them to his molten stare, lashes fluttering. He wondered for a moment if she was attempting to soften him with the sweet tone that she had taken, but he found himself gripped by a labyrinth of further questions. For only a moment, his skull pulled back in a recoil. His limbs seemed to stiffen and the burning of his gaze latched to the red of her face, and the emerald of her forestry eyes. What a peculiar thing for her to say to him, and yet he was left wondering. Perhaps it was the lack of social graces that lead him to furrow his brow thoughtfully and crease the line of his mouth.

“And how is it that I looked at you?”