I gingerly pulled my hair into two low pig tails. My sunburned scalp set shockwaves of pain each time I ran the brush through my auburn tresses. The high mountain sun was merciless to my pale skin, searing the flesh like I was roasting on a spit.
“Here,” Jonas pulled his cap off and offered it to me. “You need this more than I do.”
I pulled on the Red Sox hat and straightened my piggies. “How’s that?” I asked.
His green eyes seemed to darkled into emeralds. “I like seeing you in my hat. It’s kinda sexy.”
“Very funny.”
He ruffled his dark hair until it stood up like a rooster comb. I stepped forward and smoothed his hair back down. He cupped my elbow and held in place. Our gaze locked for no more than a moment but I was pleasantly trapped. I knew he wanted to kiss me and I wanted him to kiss me but I turned away.
It was the first time I noticed the freckles on his eye lids. The faintest flecks of rust dusted his alabaster skin.
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