mentioned when she’d come home from the mall.
The bathroom door opened and Chloe stepped out. “I thought I would put a little on today like I did yesterday since I’m meeting Scott at the mall before the concert.”
Luciano’s mouth dropped open and he stared in disbelief. He raked his gaze over her and shook his amphibian head then blinked. Chloe didn’t look sixteen, but instead looked about twenty years old and very female. “You aren’t going to wear that outfit are you?” he sounded cranky and jealous but decided he preferred to consider himself parental. Yeah, an authority figure not just the frog friend.
She glanced down to her short denim skirt and the fitted t-shirt then glanced back to where he sat. “What’s wrong with what I have on? Mom bought me the outfit yesterday. It’s the very latest style.”
He really didn’t like this and hated the fact he again was jealous. “Because you don’t look sixteen and do you need to wear the make up? It makes your eyes stand out and emphasizes those long lashes of yours.”
She blinked at him. “Is there something wrong with the way that I look?”
Damn it!
“No.” He heaved a sigh. “You look incredible Chloe and that would be the problem. I love you in that shade of blue, but then again, I always like you in blue. You’re beautiful. I know I've said it before, but don’t let Stella and Georgina ever tell you anything different, because you’re incredible.”
Her face broke into a smile and for the first time, he really noticed how full her lips were. The lipstick had to go. She needed to put on a heavy sweater, baggy jeans and maybe remove the eye make up too.
Chloe’s features frowned slightly, further emphasizing the plumpness of lower lip. An unhappy expression crossed her face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
The lipstick definitely had go . Her lips were damn near perfect and if he noticed, rest assured the quarterback kid, with raging hormones and no appreciation for her, would too. He silently cursed in Italian and glanced back up at Chloe.
She shook her head. “Something is bothering you, tell me.”
What could he say? What dare he admit to her or himself? He sat on her pillow, taking in how pretty she was. Some guy was going to have less than noble thoughts on his brain with just one look at her. He knew, he had been a sixteen and seventeen-year-old boy at one time and he remembered exactly what he was like.
Now I am just plain out and out jealous. Why couldn’t things be different?
He was twenty-one and her sixteen. This wasn’t fair, he’d lost his human life to frog hood, but hers still lay ahead of her and he wanted her happy. “You're meeting the football player?”
“Yeah, I have to go.” She glanced at his glass house then back. “Did you want me to put you in your castle?”
Yes. There I can sulk in silence.
“Yes, please.”
Chloe carefully leaned and scooped him into her hand. She had the softest touch and he never realized how much he still took for granted just being around her, sharing laughs and conversation. Something was different today. He felt different and the way he perceived Chloe was different.
What is going on?
“Luc, are you sure you’re okay?” She shook her head. “Maybe I should stay here if you’re sick... I can go out with Scott another time. I just don’t want my sisters to do anything stupid to you if you’re under the weather.”
He didn’t understand. “Your sisters will be gone most of the day. They’re shopping with your mo m. I’ll probably end up talking to your dad for a bit. I’m fine.” He paused and thought for a moment. “You would really stay home with me if you thought I was sick?”
She giggled and the sound touched his soul with warmth. “Of course, silly. I love you, that’s what friends do. I can go out with Scott; I’m sure, another time.”
He wanted to fake being sick and have her stay, but it wouldn’t be fair. “You go meet that
The bathroom door opened and Chloe stepped out. “I thought I would put a little on today like I did yesterday since I’m meeting Scott at the mall before the concert.”
Luciano’s mouth dropped open and he stared in disbelief. He raked his gaze over her and shook his amphibian head then blinked. Chloe didn’t look sixteen, but instead looked about twenty years old and very female. “You aren’t going to wear that outfit are you?” he sounded cranky and jealous but decided he preferred to consider himself parental. Yeah, an authority figure not just the frog friend.
She glanced down to her short denim skirt and the fitted t-shirt then glanced back to where he sat. “What’s wrong with what I have on? Mom bought me the outfit yesterday. It’s the very latest style.”
He really didn’t like this and hated the fact he again was jealous. “Because you don’t look sixteen and do you need to wear the make up? It makes your eyes stand out and emphasizes those long lashes of yours.”
She blinked at him. “Is there something wrong with the way that I look?”
Damn it!
“No.” He heaved a sigh. “You look incredible Chloe and that would be the problem. I love you in that shade of blue, but then again, I always like you in blue. You’re beautiful. I know I've said it before, but don’t let Stella and Georgina ever tell you anything different, because you’re incredible.”
Her face broke into a smile and for the first time, he really noticed how full her lips were. The lipstick had to go. She needed to put on a heavy sweater, baggy jeans and maybe remove the eye make up too.
Chloe’s features frowned slightly, further emphasizing the plumpness of lower lip. An unhappy expression crossed her face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
The lipstick definitely had go . Her lips were damn near perfect and if he noticed, rest assured the quarterback kid, with raging hormones and no appreciation for her, would too. He silently cursed in Italian and glanced back up at Chloe.
She shook her head. “Something is bothering you, tell me.”
What could he say? What dare he admit to her or himself? He sat on her pillow, taking in how pretty she was. Some guy was going to have less than noble thoughts on his brain with just one look at her. He knew, he had been a sixteen and seventeen-year-old boy at one time and he remembered exactly what he was like.
Now I am just plain out and out jealous. Why couldn’t things be different?
He was twenty-one and her sixteen. This wasn’t fair, he’d lost his human life to frog hood, but hers still lay ahead of her and he wanted her happy. “You're meeting the football player?”
“Yeah, I have to go.” She glanced at his glass house then back. “Did you want me to put you in your castle?”
Yes. There I can sulk in silence.
“Yes, please.”
Chloe carefully leaned and scooped him into her hand. She had the softest touch and he never realized how much he still took for granted just being around her, sharing laughs and conversation. Something was different today. He felt different and the way he perceived Chloe was different.
What is going on?
“Luc, are you sure you’re okay?” She shook her head. “Maybe I should stay here if you’re sick... I can go out with Scott another time. I just don’t want my sisters to do anything stupid to you if you’re under the weather.”
He didn’t understand. “Your sisters will be gone most of the day. They’re shopping with your mo m. I’ll probably end up talking to your dad for a bit. I’m fine.” He paused and thought for a moment. “You would really stay home with me if you thought I was sick?”
She giggled and the sound touched his soul with warmth. “Of course, silly. I love you, that’s what friends do. I can go out with Scott; I’m sure, another time.”
He wanted to fake being sick and have her stay, but it wouldn’t be fair. “You go meet that
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