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She was just so fucking pretty.
I hated that word. Pretty was a pussy word used by women and the elderly, but that’s what she was.
Fuck, I had a feeling that her pretty face would be cemented in the fore point of my mind for a very long time.
But it was those wild eyes that really struck me, and I had this crazy urge to google eye color charts just so I could figure out the fucking color blue in her eyes.
I would do that later, I decided.
Creepy or not, I needed to know.
“So,” I pressed my luck by asking, “it’s your first day?”
She nodded again, smile faltering ever so little.
“How’s it going for you?”
A small smile tipped her lips upward. “It was going just fine.”
“Right.” I cringed. “Sorry again.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, studying my face with those big eyes. “And you can stop saying sorry now. I believe you.”
“You believe me?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, then exhaled a sharp breath. “I believe you when you say it was an accident,” she squeezed out. “I don’t think you’d intentionally hurt anyone.”
“Well, that’s good.” I had no idea why she would think otherwise, but I wasn’t about to question the girl. Not when I had half mauled her. “Because I wouldn’t.”
She grew quiet again, withdrawing from me, and I found myself racking my brain for something to say.
I had no explanation for why I wanted to keep her talking to me. I guess I could scratch it down to needing to keep her conscious.
But deep down I knew that wasn’t the reason.
Scrambling through my brain to find something to say, I blurted out, “Are you cold?”
She looked up at me with a sleepy expression. “Huh?”
“Cold,” I repeated, resisting the urge to run my hands up and down her arms. “Are you warm enough? Should I get you a blanket or something?”
“I’m…” She paused and glanced down at her knees. Releasing a small sigh, she looked back to my face and said, “I’m actually hot.”
“Completely fucking accurate assessment.”
The highly inappropriate response was out of my mouth before I had a chance to filter myself.
I quickly followed it up by touching her forehead, my pathetic attempt at checking her temperature, and then nodding solemnly. “You’re definitely warm.”
“I told you.” Her big eyes were wide and locked on mine. “I’m really, really hot.”
God.
Fuck.
“So,” I tossed out casually, trying to distract myself from my wayward thoughts. “What year are you in?”
Please say fifth year.
