His parents are from the Lex Tribe, she corrects me.Ĭome inside for dinner, Amity, Mum says with a shake of her head. I hope not, I say as I feel myself redden, which isn’t hard as I am usually snow white. Perhaps Nicholas will be your bond mate, Mum says in her not-so-subtle way of saying she saw the kiss. I am envious of her strawberry blonde curls. I skip up to the back door and Mum appears in all her grace and beauty. I can’t recall him ever saying my birth name. I replay the memory in my head, scrunching my nose at his use of my last name. My fingers linger on the spot he kissed me. I open my eyes as he leans back and smiles at me.Ĭatch you later, Winters, he says, before turning on his heels and walking up to my house. The softness of his lips on my skin makes my skin flush. He closes the space between us and plants a soft kiss on the corner of my lips. Nicholas leans forward, his face close to mine. His angelic face is the reason that every girl on the island, including me, fantasises about him. I think he is beautiful, in every sense of the word. I step off the swing and turn to face him, leaning forward and resting my hands on the seat of the swing. He is well practiced in the art of charm. I tilt my head towards him and note the smile he gives me. He catches the swing, slowing it to a halt. Silver hair flies across my face and butterflies do flips in my stomach with each fall. I move my legs with the wind, willing myself to go higher. Nicholas stands behind me, pushing the swing. It sits behind the pine trees, overlooking the fields.
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