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Butterfly Weeds
Book: Butterfly Weeds Read Online Free
Author: Laura Miller
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smitten smile unexpectedly shot across my face, and I quickly hid it as best I could – purely out of habit. Will Stephens doesn’t get smitten smiles.
     
                  “Do you write a song for every girl you have a crush on?” I asked sarcastically, trying my best to recover my poker face. I felt like I was coming unraveled. It was a completely new feeling for me – like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my hea d and making me lose my mind.
     
                  “Well, I will once I write one for you,” he retorted quickly.
     
                  I smiled – completely uncontrollably. I didn’t even try to hide it this time. The truth was that I was kind of already getting used to the intrusive, little butterflies overtaking my being. They could stay, I resolved.
     
                  “I’m pretty sure it’s brown-eyed girl though,” I added playfully, in an attempt to railroad the subject as I now, under the butterflies’ control, pulled off a piece of the bark and threw it into the flames before returning my hand safely to my sweatshirt’s pocket. “In the song, you said green-eyed girl.”
     
                  Will paused for a moment as if caught in his own mistake.
     
                  “Let me see,” he said then, as he gently touched his hand to my chin and turned my face toward his.
     
                  Gone was the instinct or necessary desire to violently shift my face away from him or to get his hand away from my chin as quickly as possible. I simply just sat there – motionless, letting his hand take control of my movement. Who was this new person I had become?
     
                  “Nope, pretty sure it’s green-eyed girl,” he said assuredly.
     
                  A slight smile lingered on my lips.
     
                  “Will Stephens, what am I going to do with you?” I asked softly, as his hand slowly fell from my chin.
     
                  He remained silent then, almost as if he had lost his words, yet his piercing baby blue eyes remained on me.
     
                  “Jules, I’m sorry about the rocks, your ball and every other stupid thing I’ve ever done,” he said sheepishly.
     
                  I laughed.
     
                  “It’s okay,” I said. “You get the ball down for me some day, and we’ll call it even.”
     
                  “Okay,” he said softly, smiling and shaking his head, returning his gaze to the flames. “But I’m no t gonna stop askin’, you know?”
     
                  I looked at him – amused.
     
                  “I considered that,” I said, laughing. “And what if I never say yes ?”
     
                  Will looked to be pondering my question.
     
                  “Well, then I suppose I would have spent my life doin’ something worthwhile,” he said. “My parents can’t be disappointed in that.”
     
                  “Will,” I said in protest, laughing again and lifting my eyes toward his.
     
                  He was already looking at me when our eyes met, and for a split second , my world mysteriously paused.
     
                  His wild, bright blue irises were all I could think about then as I became completely and hopelessly lost in his world.
     
                  “Will,” a voice suddenly shouted out from behind us. The voice was shrill and intrusive, elbowing its way into our little world – literally.
     
                  Both Will’s and my attention jetted toward the direction of the sound behind us as we watched a lanky boy emerge from the darkness and plop abruptly down onto the log between us, forcing both Will and I to shift
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