Another Snippet from TWW (draft 3)!

Glyn let go of my hand then and we were both silent, though it was not an uncomfortable silence. He stared at the wall somewhere behind me, and I stared into the flickering candle which sat on the table before us. I sniveled a little but he didn’t say anything about it and after a while, I looked back up at him. He would always tease me relentlessly but somehow – maybe just in this moment – I felt comfortable sitting here with him. He wasn’t scared of me or my magic and he didn’t hate me for it either, and that made me feel a little less alone.

I couldn’t help my gaze trailing from the scar across his cheek, to the stubble which framed his sharp jaw and then to his eyes which I realised were looking straight at me. His lips curled into a smirk and I reddened, averting my eyes. Then I realised it was the worst then I could have done so I braved looking back up at him. His grin was even wider.

“Something the matter?”

“I was just…” Just admiring him. No, most definitely not. I racked my brain for the best excuse I could think of for whatever it was I’d been doing. “I was just wondering where you got your scar.”

He arched an eyebrow and as our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. “Were you now?”

“Um, yes.”

“Well, then you’ll be disappointed. There’s no grand story, just some drunken tavern brawl. Probably over some woman. Maybe money. I can’t remember.”

“Oh,” I said. “I see.”

He watched me for a few moments, his smirk growing. “But I do have a few more scars… elsewhere, if you’d like to inspect.”

I flushed a horrible red. “We’ve already been through this many times. I am most definitely not interested in finding out where else you might have scars.”

“Really?” he said, leaning across the table which felt far too small now. I tried sliding my chair back a little, but it wouldn’t budge. “You say one thing, but then you look all hot and bothered. You’re in denial.”

“I’m not,” I said, my mouth drying and the words catching in my throat.

Of course, he wasn’t convinced by my words and I wasn’t sure I was either. He reached for my hand again, sweeping his thumb against my fingers. I froze in place and let him lift it closer to him, unsure whether I wanted to run far or relish the way it tickled and electrified me. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back, caressing my palm with his fingers. My heart pounded and just when I thought it couldn’t beat any faster, he looked up at me with a glint in his eyes that was daring to kiss me again – elsewhere. And maybe a part of me wanted to see him dare but as soon as he pulled back from my hand, I snatched it away.

“Your face is bright red, you’re all flustered and your pulse is racing,” he said. “Why’re you in denial? Why is it so hard to admit you fancy the hell out of me?”

“Because,” I said, struggling to even my breathing, “because I don’t want to involve myself with an alcoholic, womanising scallywag.”

Random snippets from the latest offline version of TWW 🙂

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