Not me, per se.
He’s touching my wings. Or one of them actually.
Standing over me like a threat or something, a delicious, gorgeous threat in a white hoodie and a pulsating bruise, Reed reaches out and brushes a finger along the edge of my wing. Crazily, my spine arches up at the touch. As if he’s touching my skin instead of my fake wing.
His eyes drop to my bowed body and if he couldn’t see the shape of it before, he can sure see it now.
He can see the bones of my ribs, the hollow of my stomach. My really small but jutting out breasts.
“What are these wings for?” he asks, bringing his eyes up to mine.
“F-for my character.”
“What character is that?”
“I’m a fairy.”
Somehow his eyes grow all heated even as a slight lopsided smile pulls up his lips. “So I was right, huh?”
“I –”
He rubs the fur between his fingers as he continues, “Youarea fairy. You dance like a fairy.” His eyes flick over my face, my bun. “You look like one too.”
I lose my breath for a second.
I also lose my heartbeats. My rational thoughts.
That’s the only explanation for why my legs stretch up and I get closer to him. “I’m a stupid fairy though.”
“How so?”
“Because I fall in love with my enemy. In the song.”
“Your enemy.”
“Yes, a human. He’s supposed to hunt fairies.”
“And what about him?” he asks, his fingers still playing with my wing and his eyes going back and forth between mine. “Does he fall in love with you too?”
“Yes.” I swallow, my own fingers fisting my tutu. “Or I think he does. But he’s lying.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s using me. He wants to trap me and bring me back to his family. I’m supposed to be his first hunt.”
“What a fucking asshole.”
“Everyone warns me about him. All my fairy friends and my family. But I don’t listen to them. I think he’s a hero.”
“But he’s not, is he?”
“No, he’s the villain in my story.”
A fire rages in his eyes, hot and so vivid that it burns me. “Yeah, I know something about villains.”
My heart twists in my chest for some reason. “His name is Romeo.”
“Romeo.”
