She noticed the movement when Clint turned his head but she didn’t look up at him. She was feeling a bit embarrassed that she had started this, that she had presumed that he might enjoy being read to, but she didn’t want him to know that so she kept reading instead, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at her for what was probably a childish notion. It was one of the few things she remembered of her parents, how her mother used to read her stories, and while so many other memories had faded or been tampered with, that was one she always kept close to her heart.
She concentrated on the words, on forming them correctly and without too much of her old accent shining through, but soon she was engrossed enough in the story to forget her insecurities. If she slipped up here and there it didn’t matter and she just kept going. After a while she paused and reached for the nearest bottle of water. Setting the book face down on the towel, she was slightly startled when Clint spoke, assuming he must have fallen asleep by then. Taking a long drink, she recapped the bottle and set it aside.
“I hope so too,” she admitted. She didn’t have a specific genre she preferred to read, she would try anything as it was the characters and their journeys that she was interested in. If I character grabbed her and she became invested in them then it didn’t matter who they were, what they were, she would keep reading.
His talk of suffering animals, though, took her mind back to their little house and the tiny kitten that was probably waiting for them back there. They had bought her some things at the market that they had yet to share, and while they both claimed it wasn’t really their cat, that they this was only temporary, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for leaving the little thing.
Looking over at Clint, his eyes still closed and a slight smile on his lips, a part of her hated to disturb him, but she still reached over to playfully run a fingertip over his brows, down the ridge of his nose, and across his lips, tracing the features she knew so well.
“We should probably get back soon before my skin winds up as red as my hair,” she said. It was true, she was really starting to feel the heat of the sun on her skin in that way that signified that she either had to apply more sunscreen or find some shade. And if it meant they got to go take care of the little one then that was just a bonus.
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She concentrated on the words, on forming them correctly and without too much of her old accent shining through, but soon she was engrossed enough in the story to forget her insecurities. If she slipped up here and there it didn’t matter and she just kept going. After a while she paused and reached for the nearest bottle of water. Setting the book face down on the towel, she was slightly startled when Clint spoke, assuming he must have fallen asleep by then. Taking a long drink, she recapped the bottle and set it aside.
“I hope so too,” she admitted. She didn’t have a specific genre she preferred to read, she would try anything as it was the characters and their journeys that she was interested in. If I character grabbed her and she became invested in them then it didn’t matter who they were, what they were, she would keep reading.
His talk of suffering animals, though, took her mind back to their little house and the tiny kitten that was probably waiting for them back there. They had bought her some things at the market that they had yet to share, and while they both claimed it wasn’t really their cat, that they this was only temporary, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for leaving the little thing.
Looking over at Clint, his eyes still closed and a slight smile on his lips, a part of her hated to disturb him, but she still reached over to playfully run a fingertip over his brows, down the ridge of his nose, and across his lips, tracing the features she knew so well.
“We should probably get back soon before my skin winds up as red as my hair,” she said. It was true, she was really starting to feel the heat of the sun on her skin in that way that signified that she either had to apply more sunscreen or find some shade. And if it meant they got to go take care of the little one then that was just a bonus.