stepped closer and peered up into his eyes, and then cautiously reached out and touched my hand to his chest, snatching it back again. He was real all right—very real and very firm. His hair was in disarray and dark. But his eyes were piercing right through me. And they were the loveliest shade of blue—almost purple. He was magnificent!
“What are you doing out here?” I asked, collecting myself.
His eyes danced in amusement. “What are you doing out here?”
“How did you get here?”
He smirked. “How did you get here?”
“I asked you first,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Very well. I came out here to explore and got here same as you—I walked. Your turn.”
I was once again distracted, but this time by his voice. It had a smooth but confident tone to it, and yet also playful. “Um, I go to school right there, and I—I—was ditching, of course.” I didn’t know what else to say. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I’m sure he already thought I was a nut job. ‘Are you real?’ What a stupid thing to say.
His eyes narrowed. “You were ditching? Really?”
I squared my jaw but fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. “Um, yes.”
He stared me down slowly from head to toe. “You don’t look like someone who’d ditch.”
I gulped a little louder than I meant to and felt heat rush into my cheeks. “And what does someone who’s ditching look like, exactly?”
“Well, not like you that’s for sure. If you’re ditching then why did you come out here? Shouldn’t you go home, or something?”
I smoothed my shirt and looked at my feet. Lying wasn’t my specialty. “I’m—I’m looking for something.”
“Looking—found someone you have, I’d say,” he said, doing his best at a Yoda impersonation.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Very funny. So what are you exploring for, exactly?”
“Why a girl. And I’ve found one, how extraordinary.” He giggled like a silly school-girl. He was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.
“Can you answer anything seriously?” I asked, becoming slightly annoyed.
He approached me then, stopping right in front of me. I could feel his breath on my forehead. “Well, maybe, when you ask the right questions.”
“Okay. What kind of girl are you looking for?”
He studied me then, looking first at my hair then drifting his gaze down to my eyes. His eyes fixed there for a long moment. “Well, she would have straight, blonde hair. She’d be about yay high,” he said, holding his hand out to reach the top of my head. “She’d have a cute little nose, full, pouty lips, and possibly the most compelling and unique eyes I’ve ever seen.” As he finished studying my face, he smiled.
He was so beautiful I couldn’t quite concentrate. “What’s your name?”
“You first.”
It seemed he lacked the ability to stop himself from toying with me.
I huffed. “My name is Shaeleigh Leoni, or just Shae. Now you.”
“I don’t know you well enough to tell you my full name. You could be a stalker, or something.” His eyes widened slightly.
That got a laugh out of me. “Yeah, I guess I could be. Well, if I were going to stalk someone it’d be you.”
His eyes sparkled with delight. “And just why would you say that?”
“You know, something tells me
“What are you doing out here?” I asked, collecting myself.
His eyes danced in amusement. “What are you doing out here?”
“How did you get here?”
He smirked. “How did you get here?”
“I asked you first,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Very well. I came out here to explore and got here same as you—I walked. Your turn.”
I was once again distracted, but this time by his voice. It had a smooth but confident tone to it, and yet also playful. “Um, I go to school right there, and I—I—was ditching, of course.” I didn’t know what else to say. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I’m sure he already thought I was a nut job. ‘Are you real?’ What a stupid thing to say.
His eyes narrowed. “You were ditching? Really?”
I squared my jaw but fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. “Um, yes.”
He stared me down slowly from head to toe. “You don’t look like someone who’d ditch.”
I gulped a little louder than I meant to and felt heat rush into my cheeks. “And what does someone who’s ditching look like, exactly?”
“Well, not like you that’s for sure. If you’re ditching then why did you come out here? Shouldn’t you go home, or something?”
I smoothed my shirt and looked at my feet. Lying wasn’t my specialty. “I’m—I’m looking for something.”
“Looking—found someone you have, I’d say,” he said, doing his best at a Yoda impersonation.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Very funny. So what are you exploring for, exactly?”
“Why a girl. And I’ve found one, how extraordinary.” He giggled like a silly school-girl. He was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.
“Can you answer anything seriously?” I asked, becoming slightly annoyed.
He approached me then, stopping right in front of me. I could feel his breath on my forehead. “Well, maybe, when you ask the right questions.”
“Okay. What kind of girl are you looking for?”
He studied me then, looking first at my hair then drifting his gaze down to my eyes. His eyes fixed there for a long moment. “Well, she would have straight, blonde hair. She’d be about yay high,” he said, holding his hand out to reach the top of my head. “She’d have a cute little nose, full, pouty lips, and possibly the most compelling and unique eyes I’ve ever seen.” As he finished studying my face, he smiled.
He was so beautiful I couldn’t quite concentrate. “What’s your name?”
“You first.”
It seemed he lacked the ability to stop himself from toying with me.
I huffed. “My name is Shaeleigh Leoni, or just Shae. Now you.”
“I don’t know you well enough to tell you my full name. You could be a stalker, or something.” His eyes widened slightly.
That got a laugh out of me. “Yeah, I guess I could be. Well, if I were going to stalk someone it’d be you.”
His eyes sparkled with delight. “And just why would you say that?”
“You know, something tells me
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