Letting Him In (Being redone)

I jumped off the counter and smoothed my violet dress with shaking hands. I let my hand twist a tendril of hair around my index finger. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in everything from my blue-grey eyes to my .
"Hi," I felt my breath catch in my throat. "I'm Rebekka."
"I'm Peter."
There was something behind those cobalt eyes, something that drew me in and made my mind go wild. I watched him carefully, watched his pupils dilate slightly and his sharp lips part. I lost all meaning of calm and collected.
"What?" I stammered. I could feel myself blushing, and I yearned to stop looking at his captivating face.
"What do you like to read?" he repeated. "I mean, you like to read right? That's what my mom always told me anyways,' he rambled.
Maybe he was just as nervous as me, but he looked so calm and beautiful and natural. I smiled slightly at the thought.
"You're right, I do love to read," I said. "I'll read almost anything as long as it's good."
"Why would you read something that's not good. I mean, what's the point. It's a complete waste of time and money."
"I know. There are all these people who complain about how sick they are of whatever cra-, whatever awful book they're reading, and I'm just like stop reading it. It's not even worth your time. Seriously."
His eyes seemed to smile as I spoke, it was as if I said something he was waiting to hear his entire life.