Glancing around, Summer took up a perch on the edge of the wide bed, letting her tiny bag slide down to rest at her feet. “So, um. Anything you want to ask?” She tried not to stare too obviously, hoping that her expression was controlled. God, Allison was so beautiful, and without even trying Summer could feel the quick flick of her mind and controlled arc of emotions.
She wanted to get up and take the curling iron from Allison’s hand, fix the huntress’s hair herself. Run her hands over those shoulders, kneel at her feet and hold her shoe — Summer shook herself mentally. “Anything at all?”
Allison took the curling wand that Lydia had gotten for her, because apparently curling irons are outdated, and started to wrap a strand of hair around it. ”Yeah, actually. How did you know who I am? I haven’t exactly seen you around here before. Are you new to Beacon Hills?”
She unraveled her hair from the wand and looked over to make sure that it was perfect before taking another strand and repeating the process.
“No, I’m — well, I go to college here. I’m from the south.” Summer exaggerated her slight accent a little. “I think I first saw you at the big lacrosse game last winter. The championship?” Carefully, she didn’t mention all the other things going on at that game.
“After that, it felt like I was seeing you everywhere. The grocery store, the park, the mall, the vet’s … you, um, had a boyfriend then, I think. Tall, dark-haired? I asked the vet about you.” Awkwardly, she clasped and unclasped her hands in her lap. “I know it seems a little stalkerish … “