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.
