Especially since I haven't done one in a while. Unfortunately I don't have a whole lot of new content to work with.
But what I do have is this super yummy scene from Starbright!!!!
This is one of Stella's first impressions of Seth.
“What is that smell?” a groggy baritone voice asked from the doorway to downstairs.
Seth leaned
against the doorframe, shirtless and disheveled. His black sweatpants sat low
on his hips, revealing a thin line of plaid boxers and perfectly chiseled hip
bones. His dark hair was a mess of waves that laid across his head in wild
tangles, curling into charming semi-circles just at their tips. He crossed his
arms and lifted his nose into the air, breathing in the aroma of baked
chocolate chips left in the kitchen.
His eyes found mine because I was staring at him with a mixture of embarrassment and wide-eyed wonder from the sink. I had seen plenty of boys shirtless before, plenty of good looking, athletic boys. I had grown up with Tristan and his brothers who had all been practically shirtless from the time we met, and all of the Shield brothers were hot without exception…. But nothing I had ever seen compared to the Angel standing in front of me.
The Actual angel.
I reminded myself
that Warriors were born that way. They lived hard, grueling lives and any
lesser physique wouldn’t stand a chance against the Darkness. Still, I had to
clamp my mouth closed when he lifted one palm to rub at the overnight stubble
that darkened his jawline with the palm of his hand. His smile deepened and his
honey colored eyes twinkled, turning his expression mischievous.
I turned back to
the dishes, convinced he could read my thoughts. My impure, totally uncalled
for wicked thoughts. And as I scrubbed the griddle clean, I wondered how
treacherous it was to have lustful thoughts about my Counterpart before we were
even…. uh…. more than whatever we were? I was probably the first Star in the history of the entire universe. Lust being one of the seven deadly sin
and all…. So, I ignored him, or pretended to, as he brushed past me into my square
country kitchen.
I was so not going to be responsible for the fall of mankind because I couldn't keep my adolescent hormones under control, aka keep from ogling the man candy that invaded my house and my life.
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