The Elfin Boy
Alli stopped, stunned. She couldn’t have moved. Indeed, she felt like she’d only begun to exist—now—at this moment. Like nothing had really been life, at all, only a dream—until now.
The boy looked like no mortal boy she’d seen. For one, he was far too beautiful to be a mortal boy. More like, what she imagined she’d see if she could but—look into a dream. Perhaps she had died, after all, and this really was heaven. If so, she could spend all of her tomorrows—here—with him….
Even with his amazing looks—he still gave her a tentative smile. What happened to being seduced by the Fae? Alli thought, stifling a sudden urge to giggle. Still, she stared at him. And she knew she stared—but she couldn’t seem to stop.
He started toward her and panic set in. What could she possibly say to him?
He walked straight up to her. And although she wanted to back away, she did not. Instead, she stood her ground, as he reached her.
He looked deep into her eyes. His were the deepest sea-green—like the ocean she’d gone to see—then changing, like the leaves on the trees in the middle of summer. She caught the aroma of the flowers, as their scent floated on the breeze.
Strange. But she’d never noticed how wonderful everything smelled before.
Surprised, she started to reach for her wayward hair, but he touched her hand and she stopped. Then, with the deepest tenderness, she’d had a boy show, he reached up and tucked the lock of hair behind her ear. As he brought back his hand, he gently ran his finger across her cheek.
Shocked, the gesture touched something in her and tears sprang to her eyes.
He caught one of her tears before it spilled down her face. He brought it to his mouth and sucked it from his finger.
She felt mesmerized by him. And in that moment, she knew love—like nothing she’d felt before. And with that realization, she sensed—she’d never love anyone, ever again, the way she loved this boy—right here—and right now.