So I look at his car.
But no matter how hard I stare at it, trying to deny that he’s here, I can’t tune out the fact that he’s staring atme.
I can’t tune out the fact that it’s been two years since I last saw him and I’d almost forgotten how powerful, how enticing, howbadhis stare can be.
How it could make me do anything.
So despite all my silly logic and denial, I break down first because I want him to take his dangerous eyes off me and say, “Your baby looks good.”
There. I said the first words and they totally sounded casual and breezy.
I mean, it’s not as if I’m an expert at all things breakup. But I do know that when you encounter your ex-boyfriend, let’s say for the first time in two years after a super ugly breakup, the first thing is to look casual.
And I think I did that.
I did it, didn’t I?
I sounded casual. Right?
Oh my God, what if I didn’t sound casual? What if…
“She does.”
That’s all he says and I get my answer.
I get that I did sound breezy. I did.
Because he didn’t sound breezy at all. He sounded intense. His two words sounded heavy and laden with things. Things that make me think that he wasn’t talking about his stupid shiny car at all.
He was talking about something else.Someoneelse…
Like me.
And then I have to look at him to confirm and I do and well, my friends were right. He is gorgeous.
Damn him.
Heisshiny. Even shinier than his expensive car.
It took me a lot of time to figure out why, back when I was naïve and in love. Why does he shine more than any other person that I’ve met? What’s the secret?
It’s his very skin actually.
It’s kinda pale. Almost silvery. Moon-like.
You’d think that his pale, winter-like skin would make him look sickly or pasty. But no.
God, no.
It makes him look like one of those ancient statues made with marble by the Greeks or the Romans. Those statues, they are beautiful and resilient. Immortal. Awe-inspiring. They have withstood time and years and they still look the same, untouched and untarnished.
That’s how he looks.
He looks immortal. An otherworldly being with his gunmetal gray eyes and dark hair. A creature of the night and snow.
Maybe even a Vampire. Corrupted and seductive. And yet, thrumming with life and energy, an inner sort of glow that comes from within.
If only he was a noble vampire like Edward Cullen or something. A hero disguised as villain.
