an edge of amusement coloring his words, as he shrugs unapologetically. “It’s not like I find a lot of girls playing dead in the woods.”
“I wasn’t ‘playing dead’. I was asleep,” I shoot back.
“How was I supposed to know that? For all I knew, you could’ve been dead.”
I stare at him silently while I do my best to maintain my sense of anger and annoyance, which is surprisingly easy to do despite the fact that he has to be the single most gorgeous guy I have ever met.
I slowly admire his movie star good looks…. and I’m sure he realizes what I’m doing. He’s, more than likely, been handed everything he has ever wanted in life, and then some. He has probably never had to work at anything in life and yet, is still good at everything. I instantly despise him in that moment despite knowing next to nothing about him other than the fact that he, apparently, likes to hang out in the woods. And kick sleeping girls.
“So,” he continues unperturbed, an amused gleam in his breathtakingly grey-blue eyes as he reaches out a hand towards me,
“why were you sleeping in the woods?”
“None of your business,” I snap. Ignoring his offer of assistance, I climb clumsily to my feet.
The corners of his mouth turn upwards in a sly grin at my comment.
“What’s your name?”
“You just can’t take a hint, can you?”
“That’s kind of a mouthful. Do you happen to go by a nickname?” I roll my eyes and turn my back to him as I glance up at the sky. “Its 1:30,” he replies from behind me, a trace of humor in his tone as he realizes what I’m doing. I continue to ignore him as I glance around for some clue as to which direction I came from but see no discernible difference in my surroundings. “Need help?”
“Just leave me alone already.”
“Well, then, since you won’t tell me your name and you won’t let me help you, I think I’m going to call you…..Sunshine, especially seeing how you’re such a pleasant person to be around,” he says cheerfully.
“Ugh,” I exhale as I throw my hands up in a gesture of defeat. Screw it, I think as I pick a direction and storm off. I don’t care if I ever make it back home. I just need to get away from him.
“I think you’re heading in the wrong direction, Sunshine. There’s nothing that way but ocean.”
I still and close my eyes briefly before swallowing my pride and turning to stomp past him which only causes him to laugh more. “I can’t wait until the next time we run into each other!” Even half running back home I make it to the house at just past five.
Deciding to take a quick shower before I do anything else, I head towards the bathroom. I pause when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the sink and stare horrified at my reflection. My grey eyes are sleep heavy and my hair looks as if a bird has been living in it for weeks, all ratted together with pine needles and small twigs sticking out every which way. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I realize the reason for the humor I had seen in his eyes when he had looked at me. The first time he met me I had been crying in the middle of the night in the woods and the second time I had been asleep, lost in the woods and looked like a hobo. I make a great first impression. Shaking my head, I turn on the hot water and let it warm up before undressing and climbing in, hoping the water will help rejuvenate me for dinner.
Wearing nothing but an oversized fluffy towel, I stand in front of my open bureau as I contemplate what I should wear to dinner with a bunch of Immortals. Should I dress up or go casual? Sera had never mentioned what type of person Moira was or what was expected of me. Would it be better to overdress or show up too casual? My thoughts are interrupted by a slight knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I call.
“I figured you might need something to wear tonight, so I took the liberty of buying you something when I was in town today,” Sera announces as she strides
“I wasn’t ‘playing dead’. I was asleep,” I shoot back.
“How was I supposed to know that? For all I knew, you could’ve been dead.”
I stare at him silently while I do my best to maintain my sense of anger and annoyance, which is surprisingly easy to do despite the fact that he has to be the single most gorgeous guy I have ever met.
I slowly admire his movie star good looks…. and I’m sure he realizes what I’m doing. He’s, more than likely, been handed everything he has ever wanted in life, and then some. He has probably never had to work at anything in life and yet, is still good at everything. I instantly despise him in that moment despite knowing next to nothing about him other than the fact that he, apparently, likes to hang out in the woods. And kick sleeping girls.
“So,” he continues unperturbed, an amused gleam in his breathtakingly grey-blue eyes as he reaches out a hand towards me,
“why were you sleeping in the woods?”
“None of your business,” I snap. Ignoring his offer of assistance, I climb clumsily to my feet.
The corners of his mouth turn upwards in a sly grin at my comment.
“What’s your name?”
“You just can’t take a hint, can you?”
“That’s kind of a mouthful. Do you happen to go by a nickname?” I roll my eyes and turn my back to him as I glance up at the sky. “Its 1:30,” he replies from behind me, a trace of humor in his tone as he realizes what I’m doing. I continue to ignore him as I glance around for some clue as to which direction I came from but see no discernible difference in my surroundings. “Need help?”
“Just leave me alone already.”
“Well, then, since you won’t tell me your name and you won’t let me help you, I think I’m going to call you…..Sunshine, especially seeing how you’re such a pleasant person to be around,” he says cheerfully.
“Ugh,” I exhale as I throw my hands up in a gesture of defeat. Screw it, I think as I pick a direction and storm off. I don’t care if I ever make it back home. I just need to get away from him.
“I think you’re heading in the wrong direction, Sunshine. There’s nothing that way but ocean.”
I still and close my eyes briefly before swallowing my pride and turning to stomp past him which only causes him to laugh more. “I can’t wait until the next time we run into each other!” Even half running back home I make it to the house at just past five.
Deciding to take a quick shower before I do anything else, I head towards the bathroom. I pause when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the sink and stare horrified at my reflection. My grey eyes are sleep heavy and my hair looks as if a bird has been living in it for weeks, all ratted together with pine needles and small twigs sticking out every which way. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I realize the reason for the humor I had seen in his eyes when he had looked at me. The first time he met me I had been crying in the middle of the night in the woods and the second time I had been asleep, lost in the woods and looked like a hobo. I make a great first impression. Shaking my head, I turn on the hot water and let it warm up before undressing and climbing in, hoping the water will help rejuvenate me for dinner.
Wearing nothing but an oversized fluffy towel, I stand in front of my open bureau as I contemplate what I should wear to dinner with a bunch of Immortals. Should I dress up or go casual? Sera had never mentioned what type of person Moira was or what was expected of me. Would it be better to overdress or show up too casual? My thoughts are interrupted by a slight knock on my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I call.
“I figured you might need something to wear tonight, so I took the liberty of buying you something when I was in town today,” Sera announces as she strides
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