“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen,” he murmured, enunciating every word.
I closed my eyes again in disbelief. People were always so mystified by my eyes, and usually not in a good way.
I was teased quite a lot as a kid due to the unique color of my irises. The kids had been cruel and relentless; they would meow at me and tell me I was part cat. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, it still stuck with me and scarred me. It was difficult to adjust to the reactions I had been getting as an adult. Most adults said they liked my eyes and that it was a good thing to have them resemble the eyes of a cat, but feeling so self-conscious about it was a hard habit to break.
He dropped his hand from my face, picked up his beer, and took a sip. “Please don't shut me out. It’s just that I have never seen eyes that color before. They're like cat eyes.”
“I think you have beautiful eyes, too. In fact, I admired them all day. I've never seen eyes that color blue before,” I told him.
Christian laughed before giving me his sexy, cocky smile, the one where just one side of his mouth lifted up, and it screamed, “Yeah, I know I’m fine.”
Jennifer Garcia’s lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Originally from Boston, she currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts.