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 leas...
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Taylor's smile reaches his eyes, which are on full display given his current state. His green irises flood mine and I watch as his body relaxes. His muscles that were once involuntarily flexed stiff against his bones let go of the tension. It's as if he had been waiting to see me, but I push that thought from my mind. As much as I want to relish in it, I can't until he explains what the hell happened and what is going on with him.
"I take it you don't like it?" he says, pushing his hood further off his head and running a hand over his hair. I try to form my words carefully, stepping around the subject lightly.
"It's...different," is all I manage as I continue to study his face. Without the hair framing it, it's a completely different shape. Longer, not so square. But at the same time, his jaw is even more sculpted than before. Each slope meets at an even harsher angle at the corners of his cheeks. His cowlick is more pronounced at the edge of his forehead.
I didn't think it was impossible for his eyes to capture me even more, but like a magical illusion I can't look away. The once sage green has morphed into a full emerald. I used to think his looks were purely manly before, with his dark stubble and thick hair, but without the hair it's like he transformed from boy to man right in front of my eyes. Only Taylor could buzz off his hair and completely alter his looks, somehow modifying himself into an even sexier version as if that were even a possibility. But here he is, standing, 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 impulsively and 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 when he did the GQ shoot lying on the coach. 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 and 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. I show him quickly before turning the camera back off. I don't give him the chance to gloat about himself, or the obvious affects his new look has on me. With a face like that, he actually deserves to flaunt it.
"So you do like it?" Taylor nudges me with his elbow but my response, or lack thereof, is drowned out by the roar of the band's cover of a pop cong growing closer. It's the signal for everyone to take their places. 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.
