“And your eyes are the closest I’ve ever seen to being true ocean blue like you’d see in the Caribbean.”
That was nice, too, but after meeting my grandpa and realizing they were his eyes, I no longer liked them quite so much.
“And you’ve got the runway model build. You would look good in anything.”
I stepped back. This was too much. “I appreciate the compliments, but––”
“But you don’t see yourself that way?” She spun to face me.
I shrugged. “Not really.”
“I get it. We’re teenagers. Our bodies are changing and awkward and everyone’s insecure, but focusing on one thing you like makes it a lot easier.”
“What’s your favorite?”
She sucked in a breath. “I used to be really self-conscious about my thick eyebrows. People would tease me all the time. Some people asked if I was a shifter that couldn’t change back into my human form. It was really mean, but then all of a sudden, they were in style and girls said they were jealous. As if they hadn’t tortured me for years.” She rolled her eyes. “But I get them from my dad, and I’m proud of them now.”
“So, you’re a brow girl?”
She smiled. “That and my clavicles.”
I burst out laughing, and she scowled.
“Your collarbones? That’s what you like?”
Her hand shot to the bottom of her neck. “Yes, okay. It’s hard for me to come up with positives about myself too. I happen to think I have very nice ones.”
“It’s true. You do. They’re very pronounced without looking weird.”
She held her head up a bit more. “Thank you.”
I thought about it again and finally came up with an answer. “If we can pick obscure body parts, then I really like my shoulder blades and ankles.”
Her eyes dropped, and she nodded before walking around to my back. “I can’t see them.”
I tugged off my shirt, leaving me in a cami, and wiggled my shoulders. “See, good ones, huh?”
“Yes, quite nice.” She giggled. “Let’s find something to show off those sexy ankles.”
Chapter 28
It took less than three minutes for her to go through every single item I owned and for me to convince her that it was, in fact, all I owned. At least, it was all I brought.
“Fine,” she huffed and tossed items out of the drawers until she pulled out a black racerback tank. “Wear this with those jeans since you have them cuffed.”
I did as I was told and pulled on my lavender converse before turning in a slow circle. “What do you think?”
“Pull your hair up, and it will be perfect.”
She went down to her room to change while I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and fluffed and tugged it a bit so it was messy. When she got back, she looked gorgeous in her dress with her hair parted in the middle and laying in a dark sheet down her back, leaving her clavicles for all to see and admire.
“Ready?” I asked, grabbing my phone and room key.
“Yeah.”
We took the stairs together, and I was surprised when we got outside to see the sun already setting.
“Are we going to be too early?”