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Authors: Skylar Heart
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made it my own.
“Ah, cool. Maybe I’ll see it some day. For now though, I need to return home.” He looks me over. “See you tomorrow at lit class.”
I roll my eyes. “Ugh. I guess it can’t be helped, it’s not like I’ve really got a choice.”
“Nope.” He pulls on the horse’s girth, checking something, and then he pushes himself up into the saddle, trying to hide a groan that I still hear. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” I look after him as Hunter rides off the way we came.
I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my heart. Why does it keep beating like that when he’s around? I don’t want it to. I can’t do this. But that doesn’t stop what is happening.
And the darkness in his eyes… I saw it again just now. I can’t deal with it. I won’t survive it if his gaze ever falls on me that way. He’ll rip me apart in more than ways than one. We’ll both be left behind, more broken than we ever were before.
Then why do I wonder what it will feel like?
Chapter 8
Hunter
I hold the bright red dress out to Lizzy. Last night, after we spent the afternoon in the forest, I was inspired and had to make something. I stayed up almost the whole evening to finish it. “Come on. Please try it on. I don’t have someone to model it for me. I need to make sure I got the fit right.”
“Are you serious? You barely know me and you still want me to model a dress for you? Do you just expect me to drop my clothes right here and try it on?” She frowns, but at the same time, she’s trying to suppress a smile.
“You can change into it elsewhere, but yeah, I’m serious.” I make sure she’s looking at me. “It’s not like you didn’t use me as a model yesterday… and you didn’t even ask.”
Lizzy colors a beautiful scarlet, her eyes going wide and her mouth opening and closing. I love it when I can make her drop that indifferent persona she puts on, when I can make her react to me so beautifully.
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t realize what you were doing, right?” I grin and Lizzy lets out a breath.
“Fine. But if it doesn’t fit, I won’t come out.”
“That’s fair.” I step back as Lizzy takes the dress from me. “See you in a bit.”
Lizzy stalks off, her strides measured, her back straight. She’s convinced that she won’t fit into it, that it won’t look good on her.
I can’t help but smile. Of course, I didn’t care that she drew me yesterday—I was kinda flattered—but it made for great leverage. I step back outside and let myself fall onto one of the couches.
It takes a few minutes, but then I hear footsteps inside, coming towards the doors. When I look up, Lizzy takes my breath away. The sunny dress falls exactly as I imagined it would, just the right amount of tight up top and flowy at the bottom. It might have been better in yellow, but I didn’t have any yellow fabric on hand and I don’t think Lizzy would have worn it either. She puts her hands behind her back as she slowly shifts her weight from one leg to the other. Then she turns her eyes up to me, the azure tempered by fear and insecurity.
“Stop staring.” Her voice is quiet, very little certainty behind it. “It looks wrong, right?”
I shake my head. “It looks great. Exactly as I imagined it.”
Her short laugh is without humor. “How can that be? I’m nothing like other girls. Clothes for other girls never look right on me.”
I want to tell her the truth, I made the dress to suit just her, not other girls. Instead I make up a lie. “This shape is flattering on everyone.”
She nods, obviously still not sure about my answer. She carefully sits on the arm of the couch. “Did you make this over the weekend?”
“Nah. Last night. I was inspired.” I can’t help but grin. She inspires me. I don’t know why, but she does.
“Inspired how?”
“The forest, the light, the summer. It inspired me to make it, that, and it was way too hot to fall asleep.”
“Hmm.” She
“Ah, cool. Maybe I’ll see it some day. For now though, I need to return home.” He looks me over. “See you tomorrow at lit class.”
I roll my eyes. “Ugh. I guess it can’t be helped, it’s not like I’ve really got a choice.”
“Nope.” He pulls on the horse’s girth, checking something, and then he pushes himself up into the saddle, trying to hide a groan that I still hear. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” I look after him as Hunter rides off the way we came.
I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my heart. Why does it keep beating like that when he’s around? I don’t want it to. I can’t do this. But that doesn’t stop what is happening.
And the darkness in his eyes… I saw it again just now. I can’t deal with it. I won’t survive it if his gaze ever falls on me that way. He’ll rip me apart in more than ways than one. We’ll both be left behind, more broken than we ever were before.
Then why do I wonder what it will feel like?
Chapter 8
Hunter
I hold the bright red dress out to Lizzy. Last night, after we spent the afternoon in the forest, I was inspired and had to make something. I stayed up almost the whole evening to finish it. “Come on. Please try it on. I don’t have someone to model it for me. I need to make sure I got the fit right.”
“Are you serious? You barely know me and you still want me to model a dress for you? Do you just expect me to drop my clothes right here and try it on?” She frowns, but at the same time, she’s trying to suppress a smile.
“You can change into it elsewhere, but yeah, I’m serious.” I make sure she’s looking at me. “It’s not like you didn’t use me as a model yesterday… and you didn’t even ask.”
Lizzy colors a beautiful scarlet, her eyes going wide and her mouth opening and closing. I love it when I can make her drop that indifferent persona she puts on, when I can make her react to me so beautifully.
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t realize what you were doing, right?” I grin and Lizzy lets out a breath.
“Fine. But if it doesn’t fit, I won’t come out.”
“That’s fair.” I step back as Lizzy takes the dress from me. “See you in a bit.”
Lizzy stalks off, her strides measured, her back straight. She’s convinced that she won’t fit into it, that it won’t look good on her.
I can’t help but smile. Of course, I didn’t care that she drew me yesterday—I was kinda flattered—but it made for great leverage. I step back outside and let myself fall onto one of the couches.
It takes a few minutes, but then I hear footsteps inside, coming towards the doors. When I look up, Lizzy takes my breath away. The sunny dress falls exactly as I imagined it would, just the right amount of tight up top and flowy at the bottom. It might have been better in yellow, but I didn’t have any yellow fabric on hand and I don’t think Lizzy would have worn it either. She puts her hands behind her back as she slowly shifts her weight from one leg to the other. Then she turns her eyes up to me, the azure tempered by fear and insecurity.
“Stop staring.” Her voice is quiet, very little certainty behind it. “It looks wrong, right?”
I shake my head. “It looks great. Exactly as I imagined it.”
Her short laugh is without humor. “How can that be? I’m nothing like other girls. Clothes for other girls never look right on me.”
I want to tell her the truth, I made the dress to suit just her, not other girls. Instead I make up a lie. “This shape is flattering on everyone.”
She nods, obviously still not sure about my answer. She carefully sits on the arm of the couch. “Did you make this over the weekend?”
“Nah. Last night. I was inspired.” I can’t help but grin. She inspires me. I don’t know why, but she does.
“Inspired how?”
“The forest, the light, the summer. It inspired me to make it, that, and it was way too hot to fall asleep.”
“Hmm.” She
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