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Authors: Stephanie Alba
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he’d looked into the sonnets collection I mentioned during our last meeting. Rhys told me that he loved the ones written for the dark lady, finding it hilarious that Shakespeare criticized, yet adored her. I pictured him lying in his bed, perhaps shirtless with soft pants on, and it must have played into my expression because Rhys smirked at my flush.
We focused on dialogue and worked through lines for two hours before he lay back onto the blanket. “I need a break.”
His body was close to mine, causing me to become unsettled, but I didn’t move; I didn’t want to offend him. What girls would do to be in my place, to relax by his side in the park. They’d probably die, and in a way I felt as such with my heart tightening from nerves and exhilaration.
I watched him through my sunglasses, admiring him as he stared at the sky that was becoming grayer by the second. His dark hair looked redder in the daylight, hints of copper shining through the soft curls, and all I wanted in that moment was to run my fingers through his waves. I couldn’t believe myself, but I also couldn’t stop looking. He suddenly leaned up on his elbow and smirked. “So, I’m a pleasant surprise, huh?”
I cleared my throat and nodded, certain he had just witnessed my staring.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well,” I paused, still recovering from his sudden conversation. “I expected you to be smug, more celebrity like.”
“And I’m not, right?”
“Nope, you’re very kind, Rhys.”
I loved saying his name, despite my initial hesitation. It felt like I owned it when it passed my mouth, like he was just a little bit mine. I knew he loved hearing it on my lips, too, because he smiled uniquely every time. His blue eyes were especially green under the overcast London sky. So piercing I had to look away from the intensity that seeped through them. It was too much, giving the sensation that I was the only person in the world, but I wasn’t. He had many in his world, and I was just Ellie Reed, his teacher for the play. Yet there he was, looking at me like that. I was obsessed with his gaze, only starting to remember what it was like to be looked at in that way.
I felt beheld by him, possessed just from his look. His eyes revealed everything he felt, too, laughing as he did, joy outpouring from them, causing tiny crow's feet on the outer corners that made him even more beautiful. I could also note their displeasure when I broke eye contact, breaking a bit of his heart in the process. He had to have known, even then, how they revealed his heart. He must have known how they affected me, and I wondered if it was unique to me, or if he demonstrated it for others, too.
“I try to be,” he said breaking my trance. “But I find it easier with you.”
As he said this, large, heavy drops started to fall at a sudden pace and like some perfectionist lunatic my first thought was to yell, “The binders!”
We collected our things quickly and started running out of the park. “Where to?” he yelled ahead of me.
“My place?”
∞
No one had been to my apartment since I moved to London. No one, yet there I was about to let Rhys Edwards into my flat. By the time we got to my stairs we were soaked from sprinkles that turned into a torrential downpour. I took two steps at a time, and the closer we got to my door, the tenser I became realizing that he was going into my home.
Not only was he the first one, but he was the first man to be alone in my home with me since Aaron. I began worrying I’d made a mistake suggesting my place, but there was no way to back out at that point. At the last step I took a deep breath, hoping he suspected the cause to be our running, and not from my loads of anxiety.
Fumbling with my keys at the door, I looked up into his eyes. He was staring at my body in the most carnal way, in a way I liked but wasn’t ready for. I don’t think he expected me to catch him and I noticed his shirt was soaked against his
We focused on dialogue and worked through lines for two hours before he lay back onto the blanket. “I need a break.”
His body was close to mine, causing me to become unsettled, but I didn’t move; I didn’t want to offend him. What girls would do to be in my place, to relax by his side in the park. They’d probably die, and in a way I felt as such with my heart tightening from nerves and exhilaration.
I watched him through my sunglasses, admiring him as he stared at the sky that was becoming grayer by the second. His dark hair looked redder in the daylight, hints of copper shining through the soft curls, and all I wanted in that moment was to run my fingers through his waves. I couldn’t believe myself, but I also couldn’t stop looking. He suddenly leaned up on his elbow and smirked. “So, I’m a pleasant surprise, huh?”
I cleared my throat and nodded, certain he had just witnessed my staring.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well,” I paused, still recovering from his sudden conversation. “I expected you to be smug, more celebrity like.”
“And I’m not, right?”
“Nope, you’re very kind, Rhys.”
I loved saying his name, despite my initial hesitation. It felt like I owned it when it passed my mouth, like he was just a little bit mine. I knew he loved hearing it on my lips, too, because he smiled uniquely every time. His blue eyes were especially green under the overcast London sky. So piercing I had to look away from the intensity that seeped through them. It was too much, giving the sensation that I was the only person in the world, but I wasn’t. He had many in his world, and I was just Ellie Reed, his teacher for the play. Yet there he was, looking at me like that. I was obsessed with his gaze, only starting to remember what it was like to be looked at in that way.
I felt beheld by him, possessed just from his look. His eyes revealed everything he felt, too, laughing as he did, joy outpouring from them, causing tiny crow's feet on the outer corners that made him even more beautiful. I could also note their displeasure when I broke eye contact, breaking a bit of his heart in the process. He had to have known, even then, how they revealed his heart. He must have known how they affected me, and I wondered if it was unique to me, or if he demonstrated it for others, too.
“I try to be,” he said breaking my trance. “But I find it easier with you.”
As he said this, large, heavy drops started to fall at a sudden pace and like some perfectionist lunatic my first thought was to yell, “The binders!”
We collected our things quickly and started running out of the park. “Where to?” he yelled ahead of me.
“My place?”
∞
No one had been to my apartment since I moved to London. No one, yet there I was about to let Rhys Edwards into my flat. By the time we got to my stairs we were soaked from sprinkles that turned into a torrential downpour. I took two steps at a time, and the closer we got to my door, the tenser I became realizing that he was going into my home.
Not only was he the first one, but he was the first man to be alone in my home with me since Aaron. I began worrying I’d made a mistake suggesting my place, but there was no way to back out at that point. At the last step I took a deep breath, hoping he suspected the cause to be our running, and not from my loads of anxiety.
Fumbling with my keys at the door, I looked up into his eyes. He was staring at my body in the most carnal way, in a way I liked but wasn’t ready for. I don’t think he expected me to catch him and I noticed his shirt was soaked against his
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