Fallen (Fallen 1)

I startled at his voice. I looked down at my untouched food. I wasn’t hungry any more but if I didn’t eat he would become suspicious so I said, “Oh, yeah. I just got distracted.”

“Mhmm,” was his reply.

“Are we still going to the race track today?”

“That’s the plan,” He said as I took a bite of food. It didn’t taste like anything.

“Are we all going?”

“Amelia’s is staying with your mom. She doesn’t enjoy racing as much as the rest of us,” He said looking away out the back door. His posture frightened me. It was like he was ready to pounce at any moment.

He had that distracted look back in his eyes. Could he know? What if he’d read my mind? Oh, what the crap was I going to do if he knew? I took a deep breath. Maybe he didn’t know. He couldn’t possibly know. C’mon what would be his reason for reading my mind? Oh, who am I kidding he probably knows. But if that was the case wouldn’t he have confronted me last night or this morning instead of giving me the cold shoulder. He must not know. Oh, gosh I hope so. I was comforted by that scenario.

I took another bite of omelet and stared at Jonathon. I looked at his pale arms and how the thick muscle stood out in his white shirt. He was too good looking, it was almost blinding, his beauty. His muscles looked larger than the average eighteen year old boys but not like they could lift a ton without breaking a sweat. Which I was sure he could with ease.

“What are you looking at?” He asked interrupting my trance.

I blushed a deep red I’m sure. “Nothing,” I said quickly.

“Tell me,” He said with an adorable grin.

“Looking at you,” I whispered looking down at my almost empty plate.

I felt his hand stroking my face, cooling the redness and heat of my blush. “Will you let me paint you?”

“What?” I choked out.

“May I paint you?”

“But – but you already have.”

“That I have. But never with your permission. And I didn’t know who it was.”

“That’s true.” I said sounding incoherent, I was so overwhelmed by his silver eyes, lighter today.

“So, may I?”

“May you what?” I asked still overwhelmed by his beautiful eyes. A small growl escaped his lips at my incoherence. “Sorry,” I said, “Please tell me what you wanted me to do.” I was overcome by his dazzling appearance and could not form a coherent thought.

“Don’t apologize. I want to paint you.”

“Oh, that’s right. Of course you can.”

He smiled like the sun setting over the sky. I smiled too. “Great.” He said enthusiastically. “Finish your breakfast.” He ordered jokingly.

“Okay.” I said.

I finished my breakfast without really tasting it.

“I’m done,” I said.

“I can see that,” He said smirking. He was practically jumping out of his seat he was so excited. I couldn’t help but be pleased by his enthusiasm. Jonathon’s smile was infectious.

“Let’s go,” He said.

“Hold on speedy monster. I have to clean my plate first. Remember, I’m the only human staying here and I want to do my part. I don’t think Amelia would appreciate my leaving dirty dishes around.”

“Ugh hurry,” he growled pacing.