From my brand new WIP (a contemporary with a sexy hero (ex Air Force) and a girl who needs saving):
She stopped and stared.
The man in the doorway had short blond hair, green eyes, and a physique that she’d only ever seen before on the cover of a supermarket magazine. She stopped, heart suddenly pounding, glad she had mittens on because sweaty palms was not the kind of first impression she wanted to make.
The man opened the screen door and stepped onto the porch. Liselle forced herself up the last few steps, desperately trying not to stare at his bare feet. Who walked outside in February with bare feet?