The Tangle X

The warmth from his breath made her skin feel rosy and tingly. She pulled her small foot back to her chest and tilted her head to appraise his face once more, now so close that she could see all the fine details of his features. She’d seen flowers growing in the meadow that were a shade similar to the soft yellow of his eyes. There was a slim line beneath one of them, a scar where she could see the darker hue of his skin. Scars did not frighten her, though- not when so many she loved boasted their own. 

He smelled wild, fresh, and the warmth of his shoulder against her made her reluctant to think they should ever have to pull apart from one another. 

It occurred to her then that she had let her guard down, and had embraced him so fondly and easily as a trusted friend without even knowing much about him. She had no reason to doubt her judgement, but she did feel a bit giddy knowing that she had not followed typical protocol. There had been no introduction, no audition- just impulse, and it had created something very new and lovely. 

Still- she had to wonder. With a mischievous smile she reached toward him to tap the tip of her nose against his, before she chirped ”What is your name?”