Meeting Hera
Her hair was like spun gold. Her eyes held pain and joy in them. When she smiled at you it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was delicate and deliberate; just the way her wrist arched as she picked up a pen was beautiful. I couldn’t help but watch her. She was like a bright, vivid rainbow that I couldn’t look away from. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew that it wasn’t “right” for me to feel that way about her. But I’d never really felt that way about anybody before. It felt good. It hurt. She noticed me a few times, gave me that demure smile, like she knew that I had been thinking about kissing that soft pale skin right below her earlobe. She …