Sixteen

Opal's point of view

I look at Rriel. He seems happy I didn't even give Grayson a chance to explain himself.

"I am proud of you," he tells me.

"I was kinda a jerk."

"Nope, not at all." He laughs.

My eyes kept wandering to Rriel's chest. He looks terrific with no shirt on. I hope he hasn't noticed my attention. He looks like he could be a male model in the human world.

I walk back towards the kitchen. My nose gets a reminder of the food in the oven. Mom has to go to work after breakfast. This will give Rriel and me the whole day. I felt thrilled.

Rriel left to get dressed. Though I wouldn't have minded him staying topless.

"That boy looks amazing with no shirt," my mom fans herself with the pan.

I laugh. "Mom."

She laughs too. "He is a nice boy."

I nod. I couldn't tell her how crazy I was about him. He was perfect in nearly every way.

Rriel enters the kitchen in shorts and a t-shirt. "Need any help?" He asks.