A Vision of Green (Florence Vaine #2) by L.H. Cosway Read Free Book Online Page B

with rapt attention. I didn't realise I was doing anything quite so interesting, so I throw him a questioning look.
    “ You have no idea,” he breathes, “but sometimes your every thought passes over your face. It's like a silent, one sided conversation.”
    I grimace. “That's weird, isn't it?”
    “ What is “weird” anyway?” Frank asks thoughtfully. “Other than things bland people try to label to make themselves feel superior. I'd rather be considered weird over ordinary any day of the week Flo.”
    I laugh softly. “That's a good way to put it. I noticed you've decided to drop the whole “Florence” thing. W-what's that about?”
    I turn back to my reflection and close my eyes. There are a whole range of positive colours that can be associated with a person's aura. I just need to find the right one that can obliterate all of the grey.
    “ I still like Florence, but I mostly did it to get a reaction out of you. You can be quite argumentative when the mood takes you.”
    I open my eyes. “I thought y-you did it because you were trying to teach me not to hide or something like that.”
    Frank shrugs. “It was just a theory. You're always trying to hide and not attract any attention. I thought that by shortening your name you were furthering your ability to blend, to become nobody. Calling you Florence lured you out of your shell. And it worked in a way, because it made you argue with me, and that's always fun.”
    “ It's just a name Frank, there's no n-n-need to be so deeply analytical about it.”
    He smirks. “I can't help it, when it comes to you, I want to be deeply analytical about most things.” The way he says “deeply analytical” in such a husky tone makes me shiver.
    Our eyes remain connected for a few moments before I manage to pull my gaze away. I don't know how I'm going to sleep in the same bed with him tonight - and just sleep.
    I finally decide that a light shade of sky blue might be the best way to go about replacing the grey. Each colour has a specific meaning, but then there are so many different shades of each colour which I like to think of as “subcategory meanings”. For me, light sky blue is one of the most pure colours you can have. It washes away any toxic feelings and leaves you with nothing but fresh air.
    Closing my eyes again, I flatten out my left hand, which is my dominant one, and I've found, the best for using in aura manipulation. I visualise a burst of sky blue, like a ball of vibrant paint, and swipe it up and down the grey, covering it all up until it's gone completely. Suddenly, new air fills my lungs and there's no anxiety clogging up my throat any more.
    The letters that I tend to stammer most on are “s” and “y”, so I decide to test out if the experiment works with some words beginning with these letters.
    “ You, yellow, yesterday, young, star, special, sad, splendid,” all of them spill from my lips without a single mistake. I gasp and cover my mouth with both hands.
    Frank grins and comes over to stand behind me. “I take it my idea worked then,” he says, slipping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
    “ It did, thank you,” I beam up at him and give his arm a little squeeze in appreciation.
    Frank's eyes are focused on both of our reflections in the mirror. He moves his head a fraction so that his lips brush my neck. “You are adorable,” he mumbles into my skin before guiding me back to the bed. I fall onto the mattress and Frank leans over me with his hands braced on either side of my body. Then he takes both of my hands into his and lifts them up over my head, pressing them down into the mattress.
    “ Can I just kiss you for a while?” he asks, his breathing slightly ragged.
    Instead of answering him, I press my lips to his and we lose ourselves in each other...for a while. Later on I finish my homework, change into some pyjamas and slip beneath the covers with Frank, who has decided to be a gentleman by