“You’re being too hard on yourself.” I offered him as much warmth as I could muster, drifting into dangerous territory.
I was softening toward him, longing to take his hands in mine.
What’s happening to me?
The way he looked at me broke down my walls, my preconceived notions of him now dead fish floating on the surface of a pond.
“Sorry, Ollie. You don’t need to be hearing me ramble like this,” he said.
“It’s alright. Talk if you need to.”
“Thanks,” he breathed, his stare practically unblinking. Searching, probing through the windows of my face to dig into my soul.
“I think you’re amazing.” The words fell out of my mouth, taking me by surprise.
Who was I? What happened to me? And why did I like this new direction?
Stop it before something happens…
“You do?” His head cocked to the side a little, his complexion taking on a sudden glow. Like the sun.
LikeThe Sun.
Oh, crap. If I slid off the bed now, I’d get back to myself and nip this craziness in the bud.
Yet what was so wrong with seeing someone in a new light?
“I think I should go,” he said, the voice of reason.
“No.” I did find his hands then. So soft, those fingers tapered perfection, his nails glossy. “Please don’t go. I…I…I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so cold. I thought you’d be like Ben—some pampered dickhead who’d swan about the mansion, treating us all like shit.”
“You did?” he questioned.
“Yeah.”
“I do swan about sometimes, and I am a tad pampered,” he said.
I laughed lightly. “You’re not like him. You’re not like anyone. I thought so the moment I saw you.”
He didn’t pull his hands away, and I shuffled closer.
Those sparks…
“Ollie?” His lips gleamed like his nails. So inviting, a feast for the eyes like the rest of him. Filled with tempting mystery. How would they feel against mine? Like the finest silk in existence? Like heaven colliding with my reality?
Stop this…
But I shuffled closer still, hoping we were on the same wavelength, and got to my knees, leaning over him.
He looked up, shaking, those eyes so bewitching.
“Ollie…” I loved the way he said my name. He took it and ran it through his magical voice box to make it better. Brighter.
Because he’s The Sun…
My hands left his, finding his biceps. So tight, so wonderful beneath my palms.
“Ollie…”
