His raven black hair was swept onto his face by the soft wind, shifting the soft curls atop his head. The sight made me chuckle softly to myself, although it didn't last long, since I was almost immediately distracted by his hansdome face. The hazelnutty, chocolate brown irises of his eyes were returning my gaze, and it made it impossible to think straight. He made me dizzy. He was so, unusual, a mystery. Everything about him was shocking and alluring, but not in a way I was used to. He was absolutely gorgeous, and standing right in front of me.
Why me? I looked completely plain compared to him, my hair a mop of curls, similar to the boy next to me but more of a ugly, dirty, brownish blonde colour than the dark colour of his own, my dark jade green eyes that just blended in, and my pale skin dotted in freckles. I'm completely plain. Yet this boy, this someone, had decided, I was worthy.
I often felt like a peasant in a prince's presence. But this prince continued to treat me like royalty, like a princess, or well another prince I suppose, although i'm pretty sure I often represent a damsel in distress with all my accidents.
If I had thought hard, I couldn't have came up with reason for him to like me, to even enjoy my company... but he still called me beautiful, still took me to gorgeous places, and treated me like an angel. My parents loved him, and his parents for some reason loved me. His friends were nice, in fact, a lot of them were mine as well. He was perfect, completely perfect, and he wanted me.
Why? Why me?
I was shocked out of my thoughts as he smiled at me, my body warming with tingles. I was nervous, and it made no sense, because I knew he'd never hurt me. He was too nice, too amazing for that.
He placed his tan, strong hand over mine before looking over the railing of yacht and into the citrus coloured sunset. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, and snuggled into his side, a position we had been in several times, yet it was still my favourite. His sweet gaze caught mine again and I blurted out what was on my mind before I though about what I was saying aloud.
"I love you, Shane."
His gaze, although obviously surprised, turned so soft and upen and he chuckled under his breath as he stared at my shocked face. "Reed," he said his grin spread wide, revealing his dimples. "I love you too." He stated it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and yet I wasn't sure this was real. He loves me... He loves...Me.
