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could see silver veins running through it. It was soft too and reminded me of Ash’s wings.
    “Figures you’d touch the fairy flower first,” he said.
    “What can I say? I like fairies.” I glanced around, and for the first time, noticed little creatures zipping from flower to flower and through the trees above us. They looked like bugs, but I knew they weren’t.
    Ash must have seen my confusion. “Pixies,” he said.
    One of the tiny creatures flew over to us and landed on Ash’s shoulder. I was surprised how human like they were. This one looked like a teenager, only with large red and black butterfly wings. Her red hair went to her waist and she batted her beautiful eyelashes at Ash.
    “Hi, Chloe,” he said. “This is Kendall.”
    She gave me a curious look and waved shyly at me.
    “Your wings look great today. They match your hair,” he said. “Last time I saw you they were blue.”
    She giggled and blushed before flying away.
    “She seems very taken with you,” I said.
    He shrugged. “What can I say?”
    “Very funny,” I said, wandering away from him and looking at more of the flowers. “What can pixies do exactly?” I watched a beautiful purple winged one sit down on a tree branch. She didn’t pay any attention to us, just braided her long, dark hair. Another one with short blue hair landed next to her and stretched her wings. She flipped onto her stomach and put her chin in her hands, watching us.
    “They keep the flowers blooming, the trees healthy and anything else nature-ish you can think of. Curious little things. I’m glad they’re around. They do tend to make things nice looking.”
    “They have gorgeous wings.”
    “They do.” He watched me for a few more seconds before taking my hand and pulling me into a fierce hug. “I’ve missed you,” he spoke into my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, breathing in the smell of rain. His hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer. “You have no idea how good you smell,” he said.
    I smiled, seeing how I just thought of how good he smelled. “You don’t smell chips do you?” I remembered the last thing I ate and grimaced.
    He chuckled. “No. Vanilla. Always vanilla.” He took a step back and searched my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Ash…” I said, embarrassed. I still wasn’t used to his compliments. His eyes softened and I noticed they were a little darker than usual. Instead of the silvery blue, they looked a little gold. Weird.
    His finger traced the scar on my face from the accident a year ago. It was lighter now, less noticeable, but it still made me self conscious. Ash never said anything about it though. He kissed my cheek and ran his thumb over my lips making me shiver. “I’m serious.”
    My face heated. He knew how to get to me.
    “Do you remember the first time we kissed?” he asked, still running his thumb over my lips.
    I gulped and nodded. Even though we’d been together for five months he still made me nervous. And even though he’d kissed me many times since our first kiss, I still wouldn’t forget how I’d felt that night.
    “You have no idea how long I’d wanted to do that,” he said. “And honestly, I was scared out of my mind before I did.”
    “You? Scared? I don’t believe it.”
    “I agree it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”
    “Well, I’m glad you finally had the guts.”
    “Me too.” He grinned. “We have the weirdest story ever.”
    “Agreed.” It was true. How many people could say they fell in love with their fairy godmother? Or father. Or brother. That sounded totally creepy.
    He leaned in, touching his lips to mine. The kiss was short and sweet, but still made me tingle all over. He pulled away, a smile on his lips.
    “Is that it?” I asked.
    “Not quite.” His eyes blazed before he pulled me close, kissing me more deeply than before.
    I melted into him, missing his familiar touch I’d come to love. He tasted like lime again. Always lime. I slid my hands