Amanda Hocking [Trylle Trylogy 01] Switched (pdf)

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Well look who decided to grace us with his presence, Patrick joked
happily when Finn walked over to us. Patrick had leaned back on the bleachers,
spreading his arms out behind so one of them was kind of behind me, but not
around me at all.
I had stuff with work, Finn explained vaguely and sat down next to
Patrick. He glanced over at me but didn t say anything about how I looked.
Already, he looked annoyed and he d just gotten here. This wasn t exactly how I
had hoped things would go.
Work? I didn t know you worked, Patrick commented.
Family business, Finn sighed. Eager to change the subject, he looked
over at us. Have you guys been dancing?
Nope, Patrick grinned. Dancing is for suckers.
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Is that why you came to a dance? Finn asked pointedly. Patrick
laughed, and Finn looked down at my bare feet. You didn t wear the right
shoes for dancing. You didn t even wear the right shoes for walking.
I don t like shoes, I told him defensively. My dress only came to
above my knees, but I tried to pull it down, as if I could get it to cover my bare
feet, which had suddenly become a source of embarrassment.
Finn gave me a look I couldn t read at all, then went back to staring at
the people dancing out in front of us. By now, the floor was almost entirely
covered. Kids still dotted the bleachers, but they were mostly the headgear kids
and the ones with dandruff. We were among the geeks and freaks of the school,
and ordinarily I didn t care. In fact, I didn t even really care now. But I was
sitting on the sidelines feeling foolish for not wearing shoes.
So this is what you re doing? Watching other people dance? Finn
asked.
Sometimes, Patrick admitted with a shrug. But right now, I m gonna
go get some punch. He stood up and glanced back at us. I was still playing
with the hem of my dress and Finn appeared to be glaring at the dance floor.
You kids don t have too much fun while I m gone.
Yeah, that s gonna be hard, I sighed. Patrick laughed as he walked
away. The refreshments were on the side other of the gym, and I lost sight of
him through the crowd dancing.
Finn leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and I moved so I
was sitting up straighter. I thought we had been getting along, that we were
growing into something nice and comfortable, but there was this awful
awkward feeling hanging in between us. My dress was strapless, and I rubbed at
my bare arms, feeling naked and uncomfortable.
You cold? Finn glanced over at me, and I shook my head. I think its
cold in here.
It s a little chilly, I admitted. But nothing I can t handle.
Yeah, you can handle anything, Finn replied dryly.
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Patrick still hadn t returned with his punch, and I was starting to think
he never would. It had probably been part of his plan, but it was failing
horribly. Finn would barely look at me, which is a complete 180 from his
constant creepy staring. Somehow, I found this worse. I don t know why he had
even come to the dance if he hated it so much, and I was about to ask him that
when he turned to look at me.
You wanna dance? Finn asked me flatly.
Are you asking me? I couldn t tell if he wanted to know if I liked
dancing in general or if I wanted to dance with him, but either way, at that
moment, that answer to both those questions was no.
Yeah, Finn shrugged.
Yeah? I shrugged sarcastically. You really know how to sweet talk a
girl. His mouth crept up in his hint of a smile, and that officially won me over,
the way it always did. I would ve said yes to anything he said when he smiled at
me, and I hated myself for it.
Fair enough. Finn stood up and extended his hand to me. Would
you, Wendy Everly, care to dance with me?
Sure. I placed my hand in his, trying to ignore how soft and warm his
skin felt and the rapid beating of my own heart, and got to my feet.
Naturally, the band had just started playing If You Leave by OMD,
making me feel like I had walked into a perfect movie moment. Finn led me to
the dance floor, and he placed his hand on the small of my back. I put one hand
on his shoulder, and he held my other hand. I was so close to him, I could feel
the delicious heat radiating from his body. His eyes were the darkest eyes I had
ever seen, and they were looking at only me. For one unspoiled minute,
everything in life felt perfect in a way that it never had before. Like there should
be a spotlight on us and we were the only two people in the world. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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