Sunflower Petals || h.s

"The stunning man who had called me beautiful and makes me blush like an idiot walked back into view, his strong hand holding a drink. Whiskey as well, neat though. It all feels like it goes in slow motion, him walking up to me with the drink in his hand and his bright, beautiful smile taking over his features, making him look extraordinary. And may I add, not as terrifying. But it was as if he could hear my small thoughts and turned the smile into the smirk that made him look like a bloodthirsty predator. I'm still torn between if it's making my heart race in the matter of nervousness, excitement or plain puppy fear."

"What's your deal, sunflower?"
"What... what do you mean?"
"You seem so innocent and shy. Are you or is it just a front? Is there a devil hiding under there, just clawing on the inside in desperation to come out and show its face?"