Without warning, my head shoots up and I grip the boys forearm. To have a shot of cold climb under my skin. It infuses with my blood, making me shudder as I look down at the interaction.
Skin on skin.
Hot on cold.
Touching him is mesmerising. Yet, a strange voice, a distant and quiet voice, urges me to let go, to run.
Suddenly, I become aware of the awkward aura that crowds me. Forcing me to let go and shuffle my chair further to the left, away from the boy.
"I'm... sorry" I mumble, too quiet for anyone to hear. But he does, he gifts me with an uneven smile as I watch him through my lashes. He's like pure light.
"No problem" he replies, with an attracting southern drawl.
I thought that was only for the movies, but I guess I sound different to them, too English maybe.
His thin lips grow wider with the curl of his mouth.
Why can't I be like him?
Attractive, kind, glowing, attractive... Again.
Against his tense shoulders as well as body, he offers a hand out to me. Revealing his lean frame, yet I imagine it to be quite muscular under his shirt.
"I'm Jasper Hale" he introduces, expecting me to actually shake it. And unlike my normal persona, I take it, savouring the ice-filled touch.
"Dahlia..." I say, showing a slight smile under my hair before returning to the table, crossing my arms under my head.
And I swear, I could feel him staring, feel the smile on that angelic face of his.
And the thing is... I couldn't help but regret letting go too soon.
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Dahlia |J. HALE|
ФанфикшнDahlia Maria Rouge, an abused and wondrous soul. Moves from England to Forks, Washington. There she believes change to be possible, just not for her. Especially due to her father's... Punishments. However, everything changes when a boy with sun la...
