Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him, it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at lea...
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Taylor's smile reaches his eyes, which are on full display given his current state. His green irises invade mine, but the only thing behind them is relief. His muscles that were flexed stiff against his bones seconds ago, let go of the tension. It's like he's been waiting to see me, like he couldn't relax until our bodies were so close again. As much as I want to relish in it, I can't until he explains what the hell happened.
"I take it you don't like it?" he asks, pushing his hood further off his head and running a hand over his head. I try to form my words carefully, attempting to step around the subject lightly.
"It's...different," I manage, but don't once remove my eyes form his face. Without the hair framing it, it's a completely different shape. Longer, not so square. But at the same time, his jaw seems ever more sculpted than before. Each slope of his cheek meets at an even harsher angle than before. The cowlick that's always lived on the edge of his hairline is more pronounced at than ever.
I didn't think it was impossible for his eyes to capture me even more, but now they have their own force field drawing me in. The shade of green has morphed into a full emerald. I used to think his looks were purely manly before—all dark stubble and thick hair— but without the fringe blocking his features he's transformed from boy to man right in front of my face. Only Taylor could buzz off his hair and completely alter his looks, somehow modifying himself into an even sexier version than before. I didn't even think it were a possibility, but here he is, living, breathing proof that it was.
I blink to reset my system and take a step away from him. I raise the camera around my neck and hastily capture an image. I'm here to take pictures for paper, but this is solely for me. It creates a new marker on the timeline. The moment I knew without a doubt Taylor was the hottest man I had ever witnessed. A title previously held by Chris Evans in his GQ shoot on the couch. Hell, get Taylor a couch and he could pretty closely recreate the exact image in my mind. If I weren't standing in a field surrounded by people, including my dad, I might just ask him to pose for me.
"Sorry," I quickly add, before pulling the camera away from my eye to study the small screen. Taylor is flawless in the picture, of course. Even caught off guard, his face still managed to form the perfect smile, grinning like the damn devil of my nightmares. I selfishly don't want anyone to ever see it, or this new version of him. It somehow feels like this Taylor is off limits for anyone else but me. I let him see the image before turning the camera back off. With a face like that, he actually deserves to flaunt it. But I don't give him the chance to gloat about himself, or the obvious affects his new look has on me.
"So you do like it?" Taylor nudges me with his elbow. My response, or lack thereof, is drowned out by the roar of the band's cover of a pop song growing closer. It's the queue for everyone to move back into their places. Fans move to stand in front of the metal benches of the grand stands, and players and their family's create a semi circle on the field. I would move to find Alyssa, but she's standing with Anderson and his parents. It's a big move, I think, considering they have been dating for a month at most. But the way Anderson's arm is wrapped tightly around her sends the message that he wants her there.
