>Mallory
"You're beautiful."
I almost want to knock myself out as those words kept replaying inside my head. My heart is all giddy like a high school girl.
After that exchange, we rode in a black limousine, and my face stayed warm the entire ride. The car was quiet, the kind of silence that made me painfully aware of my own breathing. I stared out the window at the streak of lights blurring into the night, then back at him, then away again.
He wore a black turtleneck beneath a thick coat, his hair combed perfectly. His legs were crossed, yet the distance between us felt too close.
His eyes fixed on the window, his thumb playing with his lips.
He looked unreal. Was I really allowed to breathe the same air as him? I'm not sure myself.
If a compliment came from someone who looked like a literal god, how was I not supposed to blush? Anyone would feel like this. I was just… human.
That's right! That is all there is to it.
