The photo outside doesn’t do her justice. Her features are strong with femininity, like she’s the targeted visual for the macabre bride I’ve seen in a claymation.
I blink, faintly shaking my head, and slip my phone from my pocket, pulling up the camera as I get closer to her. The shot’s probably shaky and grainy. Really, I don’t know if I even have her in frame. She’s too hypnotic in her element to break away from.
She twirls gracefully, spinning in her silk like a black widow teasing me with something so beautiful, but so dangerous.
As I’m stopping near her stage, she’s opening her eyes. Instantly targeting me, her sweet hum falls off, and she rolls forward in her silks, planting her bare feet on the ground and gaping at me.
“H-hi,” she stutters.
“Hi, baby.”
Locating the phone in my hand, she tensely unwinds herself, her lips twitching and twisting with the overload of thoughts she’s keeping in her mind. “How long have you been there?”
“A minute or two. You’re entrancing.”
“Are you recording me?”
“I think so.” Checking the shitty screen, I turn my wrist to get her perfectly centered. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my favorite thing to look at. And I wanna see you on big screens.”
But those big screens would have to be my own.
“Movies?” she quirks a brow, a rasp of a laugh feeding me her smile.
“Movies,” I echo.
Smiling harder, she swirls one side of her silk like a ribbon, contently watching the buttery fabric move fluidly in a cyclone.
I love seeing her happy. Even if it’s fleeting.
She deserves a reverie.
Time moves slowly as I marvel at her. She ends up catching me staring, doing her best at hiding her flushing cheeks with a bite at her nails.
“Are you still recording me?” She steps forward, hanging onto one side of her silks to do a suspended lean my way.
“Mm-hmm,” I nod.
Interest tips her head, her eyes stitching to my phone. “What else do you have on that?”
“Wanna see?” I stretch it her way.
She considers it, her fingers faintly twitching like she’s working up the courage to grab it. “No, it’s okay.” Settling on my face, she gives me a medicated grin.
“I’m not hiding anything from you, Bunny.” Bracing my free hand to her stage, I lunge my weight up, walking toward her with my offer still standing.
Her lips tense and twist, biting the inside of her cheek.
“What?” My brows furrow.
“How could you say that?”
Fuck.
Warmth crowds my throat, wagging my phone at her. “I’m not hiding anything on my phone, Bunny. Swear.”
