The attic was so small, and Shadow had nearly cornered Susan at some point.
The roof here was too low for Shadow. He had to bend down, which brought his face so close to Susan that Susan could tell a handsome outline, clean-shaven chin in the dim light, and smelled soap.
Susan wondered if he had showered or shaved just before he arrived? Who shaves after dark? This guy's got some weird habits.
Then Susan noticed Shadow was breathing a little heavily. She could feel his breath on her forehead, which tickled a little. She reached out and tried to flap the hair which tickled her, but the Shadow quickly grabbed her hand.
"You're going to court tomorrow," Shadow whispered lowly.
"Uh-huh," Susan said, trying to pull her hand back, but failed.
