“Easily the best book in the entire series. It’s intense and heartbreaking … it’s worth every single emotion.” ~caffe.and.books
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand, my head lying over his shoulder.
“That I have ugly hair.”
“What?” He jerks his head back in an instant. “Who gave you that idea?” The way he stares, it’s not with anger at me, but for what I just said.
I shrug, avoiding his gaze by staring at my bare feet. After a few seconds, he snakes a hand under his pillow and retrieves something. In his palm is the notepad I once gave him.
But as I look at it, as he turns to open a page, I let out a small gasp, my stomach flipping all over again.
I can’t stop staring.
My breathing goes ragged.
I’m there on the page, in a long wispy dress, my hair caught in the wind, skipping among flowers, butterflies floating around me, like he knew that’s how he makes me feel. But that’s silly, of course, there’d be butterflies in a meadow. That’s what this is. He continues to turn, page after page, and I find more of me on every single one.
He’s been drawing me this whole time? Why?
He gazes straight at me, the crooked smile reaching the far corner of his mouth. “Your hair reminds me of the sun, and the sun is beautiful.”
My heart flutters in my chest, tears growing within my eyes. And his face, the one that barely ever smiles anymore, grins so wide for me now. “Did you just call me beautiful?” I whisper with a thread of shock, because there’s no way he said that.
He raises a shoulder with a smirk. “I may have.”
My mouth spreads into a smile of my own, those butterflies in my stomach flying higher. And my head, it falls right over his shoulder, his arm draping around my back. “I think you’re kinda beautiful too.”
With a deep sigh, his head slants over mine and we stay that way until it’s time for me to go, wishing I didn’t have to.