Part #1......"You're sitting on my hair, boy," she said. "I'm sorry," he breathed, and stood long enough to brush away a long golden strand of hair. It was soft and fine and smelled wonderful- ahe smelled wonderful: like the first day of spring after a hard winter. she leaned forward to wring the edge of her dress, and her arm brushed against his. ********He didn't dare move. She looked back at him over her shoulder, then fanned the skirt of the dress, exposing long, shapely legs. Her skin was pale.Like ivory, he thought. Not that he had ever seen ivory, but "skin like ivory" was what the ballad singers always said. So much more beautiful than the tanned legs of the girls in the village or those who worked their fathers' holdings. She left the hem up near her knees. "You're shivering, boy," she pointed out. "The water's not that cold."
It wasn't. But he said nothing. "What's your name?" she asked. "Quinton." He cleared hi throat and repeated it. SHe laughed. "Fifth-born," she said, which he already knew form the baron's chaplain. "Are you?" It took a moment for the question to sink in. He nodded.
"How delightful." She laughed, and he ached from the beauty of the sound, though he had no idea why she laughed. He had never met anyone who talked like this, who acted like this.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked him over. She waited ust long enough for him to regret his brashness before she answered, "You may call me Salina."
"Salina," he murmured, trying out the sound of it. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I just made it up." She put her hands around the back of her neck and lifted the ass of her hair so that it brushed against his arm. "It was very wicked of you t sit on my hair,Quinton," she said.
"It was an accident." Don't be angry, he begged mentally. "I didn't mean it." "Of course you did, you wicked boy. You wanted to touchmy hair." "I didn't," he protested. "I swear."
"You didn't?" She looked at him soberly. "Don't you like my hair?" "I..."was she angry or not? "Yes," he whispered. Oh, definitely yes. "Then you may touch it again." she turned her back to him, so that he was bedazzled by the sunlit goldenness of the hair. A waterfall of silkin threads. She wasn''t angry after all.
~* To be continued...I did NOT right this, its just my fave story.
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