Taken-Jefferson

I watch as she fidgets with a strand of her hair instead of making eye contact. The way that her face looks in this moment interests me. I can feel my beast comes forward as he looks at her through my eyes too. The color that has appeared on her cheeks makes her face look amazing. I didn’t even know that people with her skin tone could blush. She almost reminds me of the chocolate covered cherries that many of the humans in our clan enjoy. I just don’t know why she is having this reaction to such a simple question.

“That color on your face looks delightful. What prompted it?” I ask her as I lean back on my heels.

The look that she throws my way is one of pure contempt. My cheeks spread in an over grown smile that feels odd with he hair removal. I haven’t had a proper smile in so long that the motion actually hurts a bit. She bites her bottom lip as her eyebrows furrow and she looks away.

“I didn’t want you to cut your hair” she mumbles.

I blink thinking that I must have no heard her