Lark: Sneak Peek #1

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To show my appreciation, here is one of my absolute favorite scenes from Lark:

              When I come to, I realize that I am now laying down on the lavish bed, under a thick downy comforter that smells like honeysuckle and cinnamon. Which is a very weird, but oddly pleasant, combination. As I lay there for a moment, inhaling the sweet and spicy scent, I notice someone new conversing quietly with Grey across the room. Neither of them notice I am awake yet, so I lay there silently watching them and trying to eavesdrop. This new boy appears only slightly older than Grey and he is, in a word, hot. He is just as gorgeous as Grey but in a completely different way. While Grey has a rugged sexiness about him with his dark hair, blue eyes and dimpled chin, this new guy is beautiful in the clean cut boy-next-door turned underwear model sort of way. He has the lightest blonde hair I have ever seen and it falls almost to his shoulders. His eyes are so bright I can see them from across the room. They are the color of the blue sky on a perfectly clear summer afternoon. He is wearing simple, nondescript tan pants and a white tunic like shirt which strikes me as an odd choice for a boy.

            I listen for a moment and catch the gist of the conversation. Grey is explaining what happened today, but from his submissive gestures and the look of reverence in his eyes as he addresses this new guy, it is obvious that this hottie is much more important than just a beautiful underwear model. Suddenly, something clicks.

            Not possible.

            But after everything else that has happened today, it probably is.

            Oh gross. I just called my dad hot.