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I guided her to the divan, turned off the TV, faced her.

She sat quietly, staring at me from the wide eyes.

And what eyes they were.

Big and dark, a melting, golden brown.

Eyes like hot honey, eyes that sizzled.

Plus flawless skin, smooth brow and cheeks, lips that looked as if you could get a shock from them.

It was a disturbingly familiar face, too, but I couldn't remember where we had met.