particular, Shane was ten years old.
Shane never felt like his dad approved of him. He always knew he was not what his dad wanted in a son. But since his dad had the older two boys, who were exactly what he wanted, Shane could never quite figure out why it mattered so much to him.
After watching Erin realize the obstacle that kept her from becoming who she should have become, Shane kept reliving the entire confrontation, over and over. Allison’s handling of her impressed him the most. She was so knowledgeable, confident, and in control. A natural and total leader. She was well spoken, showing just enough emotion to come off as being totally trustworthy. Shane nearly jumped up and proclaimed he’d do whatever Allison asked.
Her eyes were bright and knowledgeable. Hearing her words and her effortless articulation was captivating. She became so much more to Shane than a clump of red hair, or a teacher with a great smile; she grew irresistibly enchanting. Shane could not take his eyes off her. He never had a moment like that. With anyone. Ever . No one ever managed to capture his undivided attention. Or overcome his usual apathy; and yes, what seemed to be a total inability to focus on one thing. He was notorious for being a screw-up, often called lazy, not to mention, aloof.
And Allison? She took Shane’s breath away. So calming, and serious, and intense. He would trust her and believe anything she said. A hypnotic quality in her voice coaxed Shane’s mind into a refreshing kind of peace; and he was instantly convinced she knew exactly what she was talking about. It was also strangely sexy to him. And not because of her hair color, eye color or breast size. It was so much more than that. So much deeper than that. What Shane felt was visceral, and his reaction to her rose to a level he never felt with any other human being.
When she was suddenly plastered against him, and hanging on him, sure as shit, her breast size mattered. Like a sucker punch to his stomach was how quickly his entire body jolted from being in awe of her, and experiencing a hands-off vibe, like she was some kind of angel walking amongst us, to becoming a primal caveman. Shane’s entire body was ignited with desire for this woman. Her breasts were smashing against his chest and all he could think was how perfectly she fit him. Her head came just to his chin and she tucked in so nicely against his heart. He wasn’t sure any woman ever fit there as ideally as she did.
It was odd and new for him to feel lust that was all-consuming and straightforward. How could he be lusting after a woman whom he formerly admired solely for her brain, integrity, and overall sincerity? That never happened to him before. At least, not both at once: respect and lust? He could not deny his gnawing interest in her mind and wondered what she would say to him if she knew how badly he wanted to kiss her senseless.
It must have been due to the circumstances. They had become extremely intense for everyone involved. It was all the high stress and heightened emotions of the moment that caused it to happen. He nearly convinced himself to believe that.
Still she did something that no one, absolutely no one , in his entire life ever succeeded in doing: she inspired him to go back to work. No, she did not have to lecture him, or nag at him, or demand that he do it. No, she simply demonstrated how professionally she did her work and felt so rewarded afterwards, that he wanted to feel the same damn way. He couldn’t teach or change Erin’s life, but he could do something else that his brain was hard-wired for: tinkering. Never having taken a basic mechanics class in his life, and an infrequent reader of the damn how-to manuals, Shane could fix anything because he simply put his mind to doing it.
For the last five days, Shane was working ten hours a day. He finished the Ford a good three months before he predicted. He couldn’t stop once he got started again. He became obsessed
Shane never felt like his dad approved of him. He always knew he was not what his dad wanted in a son. But since his dad had the older two boys, who were exactly what he wanted, Shane could never quite figure out why it mattered so much to him.
After watching Erin realize the obstacle that kept her from becoming who she should have become, Shane kept reliving the entire confrontation, over and over. Allison’s handling of her impressed him the most. She was so knowledgeable, confident, and in control. A natural and total leader. She was well spoken, showing just enough emotion to come off as being totally trustworthy. Shane nearly jumped up and proclaimed he’d do whatever Allison asked.
Her eyes were bright and knowledgeable. Hearing her words and her effortless articulation was captivating. She became so much more to Shane than a clump of red hair, or a teacher with a great smile; she grew irresistibly enchanting. Shane could not take his eyes off her. He never had a moment like that. With anyone. Ever . No one ever managed to capture his undivided attention. Or overcome his usual apathy; and yes, what seemed to be a total inability to focus on one thing. He was notorious for being a screw-up, often called lazy, not to mention, aloof.
And Allison? She took Shane’s breath away. So calming, and serious, and intense. He would trust her and believe anything she said. A hypnotic quality in her voice coaxed Shane’s mind into a refreshing kind of peace; and he was instantly convinced she knew exactly what she was talking about. It was also strangely sexy to him. And not because of her hair color, eye color or breast size. It was so much more than that. So much deeper than that. What Shane felt was visceral, and his reaction to her rose to a level he never felt with any other human being.
When she was suddenly plastered against him, and hanging on him, sure as shit, her breast size mattered. Like a sucker punch to his stomach was how quickly his entire body jolted from being in awe of her, and experiencing a hands-off vibe, like she was some kind of angel walking amongst us, to becoming a primal caveman. Shane’s entire body was ignited with desire for this woman. Her breasts were smashing against his chest and all he could think was how perfectly she fit him. Her head came just to his chin and she tucked in so nicely against his heart. He wasn’t sure any woman ever fit there as ideally as she did.
It was odd and new for him to feel lust that was all-consuming and straightforward. How could he be lusting after a woman whom he formerly admired solely for her brain, integrity, and overall sincerity? That never happened to him before. At least, not both at once: respect and lust? He could not deny his gnawing interest in her mind and wondered what she would say to him if she knew how badly he wanted to kiss her senseless.
It must have been due to the circumstances. They had become extremely intense for everyone involved. It was all the high stress and heightened emotions of the moment that caused it to happen. He nearly convinced himself to believe that.
Still she did something that no one, absolutely no one , in his entire life ever succeeded in doing: she inspired him to go back to work. No, she did not have to lecture him, or nag at him, or demand that he do it. No, she simply demonstrated how professionally she did her work and felt so rewarded afterwards, that he wanted to feel the same damn way. He couldn’t teach or change Erin’s life, but he could do something else that his brain was hard-wired for: tinkering. Never having taken a basic mechanics class in his life, and an infrequent reader of the damn how-to manuals, Shane could fix anything because he simply put his mind to doing it.
For the last five days, Shane was working ten hours a day. He finished the Ford a good three months before he predicted. He couldn’t stop once he got started again. He became obsessed
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