"You're really sort of beautiful…"
How odd that this would come out of my mouth at a time like this. My head was pounding from the blow I had taken after the motorcycle had flipped; the motorcycle that had flipped because I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy being reckless. I was being reckless because I was trying so hard to hear Edward's voice.
And, I did hear it.
Smooth and soft, like liquid silk. The second I heard him begging me to stop, it was as if I could see his face. Perfect, as it always was. High cheekbones, porcelain skin and lips that was no less beautiful than the voice that came from between them.
So, how is it that all it takes to rattle my life altering devotion is an olive skinned boy with his shirt off? The very boy who is now holding that shirt against my head, while looking at me as though I am some kind of peculiar creature he has never seen before. He chews his lower lip in thought and my eyes are drawn to those lips. Lips that are nothing like the ones I was longing for, just mere seconds ago. I stared at them with newfound fascination, as they parted and formed the words…
"Just how hard did you hit your head?"
I was just wondering that very same thing, myself.