Part 3.

Luther let out a surprised cry and quickly whipped around. Leaning against the doorway was Shava. Her body was slim and her curves were perfectly outlined by the tight yellow tank-top and the skinny jeans that she wore. But it wasn't the enticing lines of her body or the alluring call of her voice that kept Luther standing there like a fool. No, it was the girl's blue eyes shining in that porcelain face of hers. They were deep but bright, and they had a sparkle about them that hinted at an intelligent curiosity. 

A moment of silence passed between the two before the girl pushed off the doorway and made her way over to the bed. Luther's eyes never left her. He was absolutely entranced by her, the way her hips swung, the flow of her platinum blonde hair which was pulled back into a pony tail. For a second, Luther could imagine himself on top of her thin frame, one hand gently running down the length of her body as the other tugged her hair free, letting it pool out underneath her precious head. He quickly banished the thought though, ashamed that he was already lusting after this girl when they haven't even said three words to one another.

'She's actually said five to you,' whispered a voice in the back of his head. 'You're practically to third base.'

Luther winced, trying desperately to silence the voice as Shava sat down on the smooth silk comforter of her bed. Her eyes scanned the room for a minute before landing on Luther, who wanted to crawl out the door and disappear. She was very beautiful, yet very intimidating as well. 

"Well now," she mused.

Luther started a little at the sound of her voice breaking the silence. His skin was like pins and needles and his stomach was tying itself into knots. What was she thinking? Was he in trouble for looking at her valuables? He was going to leave soon anyway. Why couldn't she just dismiss him, release him from the invisible hold she had on him?

'This is what you wanted, wasn't it?' whispered the voice in his head. 'To see her?'

Yes but not like this, he thought. Oh how stupid he must look right now in the eyes of this girl, which were scanning him now with curiosity.

His brown hair was messy with sweat and hard work, bits and pieces sticking up here and there. He wasn't tan but he wasn't as pale as her, and Shava figured that by the build of his body he probably wasn't the outdoorsy type. To the normal passer-by, Luther was average: average height, average weight, average teenage boy. But to Shava, he seemed... different. 

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Different is getting to be quite normal, these days..