Free Ignite Me: Shards of Glass, Part One by L. C. Mills Page A

ask me to be in one with you?!” He raised a brow at me.
    He was still leaning lazily on the wall. He looked younger in here, more relaxed.
    I hadn't expected him to ask that. “Oh well sure I just guessed you'd say no!” I smiled and moved over towards him.
    “I'll use my phone if you don't mind! I'll send them to you later.” He fished out his phone from his jacket pocket.
    “Oh, okay! Cool. So how are we doing this photo?!” I didn't mind that he wanted to take the photo, but I did feel a little self-conscious now. I hadn’t even thought to reapply any lipstick.
    “You can stand in front of me and I'll take it so we're both in the shot! You’re not the only ones who's a dab hand at working a camera!” He smirked.
    I shook my head and turned around so my back was to his front. “You like photography too?!” It was interesting to find things out about him because what I did know was so small.
    “Come closer, I don't bite Evangeline!” He snaked his left arm around my waist and pulled me so I was flush against him. His hand splayed out against my stomach.
    I took in a shaky breath and tried to suppress the shudder that ran through my whole body making me clench again. Feeling his body pressed against mine sent my senses spinning. My whole body came out in goose bumps.
    He held the camera out at arm’s length so it would capture us both.
    “Smile Evangeline!” His chin brushed my shoulder.
    He smirked and I did a genuine smile. I could see our reflections in the lifts mirrors and we looked like a couple. I tried to commit that picture to memory.
    “I'll take one more for luck and then we can take some from the top too!” He smiled. “You smell wonderful what perfume do you use?!” He dipped his head and sniffed my hair.
    That was it. My legs went weak and my mouth dried up.
    Oh god he just sniffed my hair.
    “I've not got any perfume on! It's my shampoo!” I breathed.
    I hardly ever wore perfume, I'd never found one I liked enough.
    “Oh well, either way it smells lovely!” He snapped another photo of us both, as I grinned from ear to ear.
    He let his hand drop slowly away from my waist as he finished taking the photos.
    “I've never been a fan of perfumes, but men's aftershave is nice though! I used to have this habit of spraying it on my scarves so it would smell off Sean like a substitute when he wasn't around but now it just makes me feel sick!” I shrugged as I stood back in the middle. I still felt a little flustered and I had no idea why I’d even brought that up.
    He didn't say anything, he just studied his phone. He seemed to be tapping like he was texting someone.
    “Your hair didn't have red in it last week! Did you do it yourself?!” He smiled.
    He'd clearly chosen not to continue the previous conversion and had moved onto the next. I didn't mind, it was probably wise, I didn't talk about Sean too much.
    “I dyed the ends of my hair in the shower this morning!” I grinned. “Actually, it was after the roses came, and I thought it sorta matched!”
    He smiled. “Indeed it does! How long will it last?!” He seemed keen to know.
    I pulled a face. “Well, I'm never sure! It might last a week, it will grade down with each wash until it's gone!”
    He nodded. “You suit red but don't dye your whole head!” He glanced at the floor indicator.
    I gave him a funny look. Had he just told me not to dye my whole head! I didn't appreciate him telling me what to do.
    “I wasn't meaning to tell you what to do either! Just that I like your hair that blonde colour! It's pretty! It looks almost golden white!” He studied me.
    I glared at him. Was everything this intense with him?! Why did he have a need to try and control all elements of his life? I would find that out, even if I meant I didn't like the reason I would work out why he was like he was.
    “In that case, then, I happen to like your hair! It's got a life of its own and it matches your eyes almost!” I raised a brow at him.
    He