Atarah
"You are so beautiful." Ansel suddenly said and I stopped chewing my oranges, swallowing them down nervously as I glanced at him. His eyes were on me, on my face and I couldn't help but stare back at him with my lips parted in surprise.
And he wasn't joking. His eyes were soft, serious, devoid of any jest or teasing. His lips were curled up in a soft smile, almost like he himself wasn't aware that he was smiling. That's how genuine his smile looked. I tugged on my skirt, looking back at the dark sky, letting out a soft chuckle.
"I beg to differ. You are beautiful, Ansel. Inside out. Very beautiful." I said back, my fingers picking on the juicy fruit and he laughed gently, silently. He took a piece of orange, removing its peel before he rose it closer to my lips and my mouth water
