Author: Rita Webb
Quotes of Author: Rita Webb
A rustle of wings and a hawk feather drifts down to me. Snatching it from the air, I look up into the trees, but nothing's there. So I tuck the feather into my hair.
"What are you doing?"
My stomach leaps into my throat, and I jump up, stumbling backward, and fall on my butt in the middle of the path. In the tree above me, a teenage boy perches on a branch. He's dressed in traditional deerskin breeches, a talon necklace around his neck, but rather than moccasins, his feet are bare. He is shirtless, and lean muscles cord his body. His intense eyes capture my attention. They're like golden fathomless pools. I could get lost in them.
"Don't your feet get hurt, walking barefoot on the forest floor?" I ask.
"I rarely walk." He drops down in front of me. His face is so close that I take a step back and thump into a tree. He leans toward me and sniffs. "You smell different. What are you?"
"I'm a girl." I can't take my gaze from his.
"No, humans stink. You smell…" He sniffs my hair and grins. "You smell good."
"Is there a reason that you're invading my space? I have somewhere to be." My voice cracks.
He tugs one of my braids and winks at me. My pulse quickens, and my breath catches in my throat. His eyes study me with intensity, and he leans closer. Is he going to kiss me? book-quote
