Chloe, she wants to talk

I opened the door to find Chloe standing there, looking a bit flustered.

"I, uh, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier," she stammered out, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "It's just..."

It's just what? I thought, looking at her curiously. Chloe paused, seemingly unsure of how to continue.

"It's just that I'm not used to being looked at like that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm... not entirely comfortable with it."

"It's alright, Chloe," I replied with a reassuring smile, stepping back from the door to let her in. "I overdid it. I shouldn't have been staring, anyway." I couldn't help but notice how the summer dress she wore earlier hugged her body in all the right places as she walked into my house.

"So... would you like to join me for a beer?"