QUOTE : Echo’s breathing hitches when I slide my thumb along a smaller scar. She likes that spot. I’ve memorized it. A centimeter below the crook of her elbow. Her skin is sensitive there, and when I kiss it, Echo normally falls apart and nearly shatters.<br />I gently press my lips behind her ear, and Echo nudges closer to me. <i> “Why, Echo?”<br />“Because.” </i><br />I nip at her earlobe, and she shivers. <i> “Because why?” </i><br />Her shoulder moves under my body. A half shrug maybe. <i> “It makes me feel better.” </i><br />Fuck that. <i> “Why?” </i><br />A kiss on her neck. A long one. A lingering one. God damn, Echo tastes so good. Her skin is soft and tempting. But I want answers.<br /><i> “Because sometimes I want to blend in.” </i><br />I raise my head and stare straight into her eyes, spotting the plain honesty. What she doesn’t understand is that she could never blend in. Blazing red hair. Bright emerald eyes. The most beautiful girl in the world. She’d turn heads regardless of a sweater.