Short Story, work in progress- please comment!!

There's a boy that delivers food to me everyday from the local diner. He's not a boy really, more a man with boyish charm, a light air that seems to follow him around. I've never told him my name and i don't know his, but what i know is the look that is in his eyes for the brief moments he is standing at my door watching me count money in my translucent robe. Sure i have other robes, but this one shows off my nearly naked form best.

I asked him to come inside, once, under the guise of finding my money, seizing the opportunity provided by sheets of rain crashing down. He thanked me in a politely reserved, deep, strong voice as i sauntered into my bedroom and moved things around, just to keep appearances and my hands steady. I watched curiously through my mirror as he took off his hat to wipe his brow, searching and finding his pensive and thoughtful eyes, his strong and stubbly jaw.

'i just,' she starts, and falters slightly, as she walks into the foyer. She walks right into his space, nearly striding comfortably into his sweet imaginary embrace but stopping short of attempting it. She took a good look at his face, its early creases rising with his natural smile, encouraging her to continue saying what she was afraid of saying, what she'd been afraid of saying before, not just for the act itself being terrifyingly self-revealing but also for the grabby assholes she'd gotten when she's judged wrong about someone.
'it's just that I've seen you a few times and you seem, what i mean is, i haven't really been with a man in a while.'
'in the presence of a man,' his deep, confidently intelligent voice rang,'or with a man like that?'