Aycan: "6: Will": 6: Will “I want to draw you,” I say before I can stop myself. “What?” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “No.” “Why not?” I ask. “You’re beautiful.” Shit. That slipped out. She stares at me, surprised and, unless I’m imagining it, just a little pleased. “Thank you, but no way.” I shrug and start walking toward the door. “Guess we don’t have a deal.” “You can’t practice a little discipline? Stick to your regimen? Even to save your own life?” I stop short, looking back at her. She doesn’t get it. “Nothing’s gonna save my life, Stella. Or yours.” I keep going down the hallway, calling over my shoulder, “Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.” I push the door open and am about to leave when her voice rings out from behind me. “Ugh, fine!” I spin around, shocked, the door clicking shut. “But no nudes,” she adds. She’s taken her face mask off and I can see her lips twitching into a smile. The first one she’s given me. She’s making a joke. Stella Grant is making a joke. I laugh, shaking my head. “Ah, I should’ve known you’d find a way to suck all the fun out of it.” “No posing for hours on end,” she says, looking back at the preemie, her face suddenly serious. “And your regimen. We do it my way.” “Deal,” I say, knowing that whatever she means by her way is going to be a gigantic pain in the ass. “I’d say let’s shake on it, but . . .” “Funny,” she says, looking at me and then nodding toward the door.

6: Will

“I want to draw you,” I say before I can stop myself. “What?” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “No.” “Why not?” I ask. “You’re beautiful.” Shit. That slipped out. She stares at me, surprised and, unless I’m imagining it, just a little pleased. “Thank you, but no way.” I shrug and start walking toward the door. “Guess we don’t have a deal.” “You can’t practice a little discipline? Stick to your regimen? Even to save your own life?” I stop short, looking back at her. She doesn’t get it. “Nothing’s gonna save my life, Stella. Or yours.” I keep going down the hallway, calling over my shoulder, “Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.” I push the door open and am about to leave when her voice rings out from behind me. “Ugh, fine!” I spin around, shocked, the door clicking shut. “But no nudes,” she adds. She’s taken her face mask off and I can see her lips twitching into a smile. The first one she’s given me. She’s making a joke. Stella Grant is making a joke. I laugh, shaking my head. “Ah, I should’ve known you’d find a way to suck all the fun out of it.” “No posing for hours on end,” she says, looking back at the preemie, her face suddenly serious. “And your regimen. We do it my way.” “Deal,” I say, knowing that whatever she means by her way is going to be a gigantic pain in the ass. “I’d say let’s shake on it, but . . .” “Funny,” she says, looking at me and then nodding toward the door.

Sayfa 78 - dlkslşfk

Five Feet Apart Rachael Lippincott

··

13 görüntüleme

Yorum yapabilmeniz için giriş yapmanız gerekmektedir.

Gönderi

Aycan