Prompt – Polka Dot Scarf
Thank you, Rachel! Your prompts are wonderful.
Disclaimer: I don't own an actual scarf. Or Twilight.
It was freezing.
So cold I could see my breath.
So cold I wanted to jump around for warmth.
So cold I shivered in my thin hoodie and scoop-neck top.
Several paces away, the object of my desire leaned all his tallness against a car.
The scarf around his neck, obviously borrowed or a gift since pink polka dots covered it, had unwound itself quite a bit.
It left his throat open to my view.
Let me see his Adam's apple work as he laughed at something my brother said.
I stared at his fingers holding the cigarette.
Watched his lips wrap around the white stick and inhale.
Never before had I found smoking sexy.
Mostly it was just repulsive.
But him... He was different.
He did something to me.