Red

Chapter Six

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'I think this would be easier for you if we go and talk about this.' Michael stated to me. 'That way you can ask all of your questions and you'll be more willing to accept this.'

'If I asked you all of my questions, we would be here for hours.' I said attempting humour, but failing to get the humour make an appearance in my voice. My voice sounded shaky and nervous. The look on Michaels face said that he could see past that, and that I was deadly serious.

'That's perfect. I'd be more than happy to spend hours with you.' He said with a loving look adorning his face. His eyes were lit up and filled with hope, but his mouth stayed set in a soft line. Realisation hit and although this was only my second time seeing him, I had never seen him smile. I had seen his eyes smile as stupid as that sounds, but his mouth always stayed emotionless.

Does he know how to smile?

As much as any girl would love to hear those words, I just felt creeped out. I don't even know him and he wants to spend hours with me, and the rest of his life with me? What stupid logic that is.

'Well, I have plans in about 4 hours, maybe another day?'

Like when hell freezes over? I added mentally, not having enough confidence to say that out loud.

I was nervously hopping from foot to foot looking down at my feet unable to keep still. I could practically feel him staring intently at me which just added onto my nerves and made me feel self-conscious.

Subtly, I lifted my arm and wiped my mouth, letting my hand linger to the right of my mouth for a moment before lowering my hand back down to my side. I knew for a fact I hadn't eaten in hours, but how could I be sure there wasn't something on my face?

A small exhale of air in the sound of laughter made me snap my attention to Michael who was looking amused. 'There's nothing on your face, Alana.'

Yeah, subtle indeed, I mentally scolded myself.

I could feel my cheeks heating up slightly and if he pointed out my skin being red, I would blame it on sunburn.

After a few more minutes of persuasion, I reluctantly agreed to 'chat' with Michael on the beach.

The 30 second walk was complete silence and not the good type. It was awkward. The 30 seconds droned on and on feeling like the short walk took hours, when in reality it wasn't.

The sun was still high in the sky and hot, providing the wonderful summer weather I was raised to know and love. When we reached out talking destination, I lay down on the sand with my back on the sand dune so I was half sitting and half laying, I closed my eyes and relaxed. But no matter how hard I tried to ignore Michael sitting and staring at me closely, my relaxation didn't come.

'Stop staring please.' I spoke quietly, sounding much harsher than I intended to but quickly stopped myself from apologising. I needed him to know I wasn't scared of him. Well, I was actually so scared I couldn't think properly but I didn't need him to know that.

'I can't.' he confessed. 'You're too beautiful.'

I felt my cheeks flushing slightly but I managed to keep a straight face and not give away any of my emotions. It wouldn't be fair if he can read my emotion, and for me to not be able to fully even know what I'm thinking.

'What if I don't want this?' I asked him, still keeping my eyes closed and my head facing the sky. A low growl rose from his throat but I didn't give him a chance to act on it.