aaand a random excerpt from ch 6 of âwrite your name (across my heart)â, featuring rosĂŠ and ust :DD
The patio is filling up and thereâs a murmur of chatter all around them, but for now theyâre happy to sit in contented silence, letting the pink wine warm their insides. A chorus of oohs alerts Clarke to the fact that the fairy lights have been switched on -- white and twinkling and winding up the trees, dangling from the branches overhead.
But mostly she sees them in Lexaâs eyes, watches their glow get closer as she leans forward and puts her glass down. Lexa rests both her elbows on the table for a moment, head tilting as her gaze drifts down to Clarkeâs lips and lower still. Then sheâs reaching out, the pads of her fingers brushing Clarkeâs collarbone before they trace the contours of her necklace.
âThis is beautiful,â she says. âI havenât seen it before.â
A flash of heat courses through Clarke and she swallows, throat working under Lexaâs touch. From the look on Lexaâs face Clarke knows that she felt it -- that she knows what it means -- but her hand lingers, touching the starâs top point beneath her clavicle.
Goosebumps are starting to form on Clarkeâs skin when Lexa meets her gaze again. This time, her eyes are dark.