I jumped before I realized it was my imagination again.
“Jana, wait. Don’t shut down our connection.” The voice was smoky and encircled me with its exotic tones. I closed my eyes and listened. Perhaps I wanted to hear the compliment again. Nobody had called me beautiful since my parents died. Not Stetson, who I dated for a few months. Not even Gran. “Jana? Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I whispered, breathless from something…excitement?
“Open your eyes. I want to see you when we talk.” His words were firm and urged me to obey.
I pried open one eye, then the other—staring at my honey-colored irises in the mirror.
“You’re not what I expected. You’re much older than I thought.”
“I’m not that old.” Though my eyes focused on the small lines around my lips. Perhaps if I smiled more, they’d be less noticeable.
“You’re even more lovely when you smile.”
I tightened my lips and hid the smile that had emerged, but my cheeks reddened. I tensed and turned away from the mirror.
Read more of Jana & Lon’s story in Connecting. Find this book here: www.JoynellSchultz.com/EOH .