Page 9 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
And. The world. Stopped. Spinning.
My would-be assassin wascaptivating.All sense of reason left me, and I had no words as my mouthdroppedopen. Nothing.Nada. I wasliterallyfucking tongue-tied for the first time in my life.
That earlier streak of aggression instantly dissolved as the girl stood there watching me only feet away with a horrified expression.
Did my heart stop? My chest tightened, and I couldn’t breathe. Screwing my eyes together to clear my head, I wondered if she’d disappear, but as I opened them again, there she stood like a fucking daydream.
Clichéd as fuck I know, but she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She stole the air from my lungs.
As she saw my precarious position and registered what had happened, she slapped a hand over her mouth and mumbled something, an apology of sorts, but her fingers muffled the sound.
Rolling my shoulders, I started to stand, and her hand dropped to her side.
The girl's rosebud mouth opened wide as she saw me pushing away the books surrounding me like leather bricks.
Moving forward, her face was full of concern as I pushed awkwardly to my feet.
“I’m so sorry. Do you need a hand?”
I inhaled deeply. The crude sexual connotation that followed her question needed to do one. I’d purposefully pulled my gaze off her in fear that my tongue was hanging out, and now the girl was unknowingly puttingotherthoughts in there.
My eyes roamed over her tight body in our school’s uniform. She wore her skirt longer than most other girls, but she still looked as fit as fuck. Gorgeous legs brought her towards me, almost like she was floating. Her waist was tiny and her perky tits pressed against the cotton of her school shirt. And that face, it was perfect. Flawless skin, plump lips, bright blue eyes, and long blonde hair. She even had freckles, which dusted her cute little nose. Adorable.
I think I’m in love.
Fuck, the blowmusthave been hard to allowthatsappy shit into my head. I geared my thoughts towards the ones I usually felt when I saw a fuckable female. The image of this one gasping, ‘I’m coming’ under different circumstances caused my dick to twitch. Filthy, I know, but I was a healthy,almosteighteen-year-old guy, and that’s what we do.
The girl was small in height and build,fun-sized, my brother Phoenix, the dirty bastard, would say. She onlyjustreached my shoulder as I flexed my thick legs, dwarfing her with my big body. She was the type of female to make you weak in the knees, so I applauded my ability to remain standing.
“I’m good. I think,” I grunted, unable to sift out the miffed element entirely.
Toweringover her, I noticed how pale she was; clearly a stranger to the sun. And from what I knew of British weather, I daresay she would have been. I went to London on a school trip years ago, and didn’t see the sun once.
Her cheeks held a flush of pink, probably from embarrassment after knocking what appeared to be an entire series of encyclopaedias over me from the other side of the stacks.
"The ladders tipped, and I must have knocked the books off when I went to grab the shelf," she panted again.
I winced as I searched my head with my fingers for possible eggs.
“Do you want me to take a look?”
She was standing so close now that everything inside me quivered. What the hell? I’d neverquiveredin my life. That voice carried the sweetest melody, like how you'd imagine an angel to sound.
I lowered my hands, flexing my arms, attempting to get the blood flowing. The sheer sight of this girl had caused everything to stop working normally.
“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.
Looking up at me silently, her expression switched from worry to awe. The girl stepped back, her baby blues trailing over my frame. The interest in her eyes was clear. I half expected her to reply, “Yes. You. Are.”
I hit her with my most charming smile.
Andthereit was, the way girlsusuallygawked when they saw me, but hers was slightly different; almost like she was lookingbeyondthe surface andintome. This female could probably reach inside and pull out my soul. Well, what was left of it.
I cleared my throat, noticing her eyes were more greenish-blue as they frantically scanned my face. Their color reminded me of the turquoise waters at Mohegan Bluffs beach. It was on Block Island, where I holidayed with my grandparents when they were alive; during the days I’d had a semi-normal childhood.
And I knew then that one day, I would take her there.
What the hell? I was losing it. Where was Phoenix when I needed him to slap the shit out of me?
