AN: One day. One day. One day. (Barnes&Noble better send me my book on time.)
Little bit of experimentation with color vocab this time. What do you think? Too much purple prose? (Pun intended. I'm just that clever. Not really.)
Silena/Beckendorf
Enchanted by Taylor Swift [5:53]
She glances up and sees brown eyes. Brown skin. Brown hair.
He smiles.
Suddenly, his eyes aren't brown; they're a lovely warm shade that could be described as tawny or maybe auburn. That smooth skin of his is like the richest dark chocolate in her father's candy store, sweet and decadent. And gods how she wants to run her hand through those small, coffee-colored curls on his head.
It's funny, she thinks through the giddy haze that's surrounding her now, how she could have ever thought he was plain.