Laurel follows easily, nimbly. The phoenix's wings blur in the spin, sparkling red and gold in the starry light.You seem happy, says the boy. Maybe. She rarely stops to wonder if she truly is or truly isn't.
"I could twirl you, too," she tells him, after a moment to find her breath. Her heart is pounding. "Have you ever been dipped? That's fun."
Laurel & a Party Crasher
"I could twirl you, too," she tells him, after a moment to find her breath. Her heart is pounding. "Have you ever been dipped? That's fun."