Her lips part, forming a silent “oh” of recognition. I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction. Will she push me away in disgust? Scream? Call me a pervert and storm out? But then, something unexpected happens. A slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and . . . is that delight? “It’s you,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. “I should have known.”
