Noah thinks he’s nothing special. Average height, a bit on the skinny side, and cute but rather geeky, he’s relentlessly ordinary. He certainly doesn’t expect to be noticed by Sol, the gorgeous dark-haired stranger Noah sees on his commute home most days. But when Noah’s friend, Dom, persuades Noah to take a huge risk in a bid to get Sol’s attention, things turn out better than Noah dared to hope. Noah and Sol start dating, and much to Noah’s surprise, his feelings seem to be reciprocated.
But Noah’s insecurities make him doubt Sol. He doesn’t believe he’s interesting enough or sexy enough to hold Sol’s attention, and as Sol tries to get closer, Noah’s instinct is to pull away to protect himself. If their relationship is going to survive, Sol needs to convince Noah that he sees Noah very differently to how Noah sees himself. Because to Sol, Noah is something very special indeed.
He must have slept for a little while, because he was awoken by a warm hand on his shoulder and the brush of lips on his forehead. “Hey, sleeping beauty. I’m done. Want to see?”
“Please.” Noah opened his eyes and moved over so that Sol could sit beside him. Sol handed him the sketch pad so Noah could admire his handiwork.
Noah traced the lines of the drawing with his fingertip while he tried to find the words. His body was lean and slender where he lay sprawled on the rumpled sheets. Sol had shaded every dip and shadow to show the curve of muscle and the angle of his bones under the skin.
“You made me look beautiful.” He heard the surprise in his own voice. Noah had never seen himself like this before. It was so different from a photo or looking in the mirror.
“You are beautiful.” Sol’s voice was matter of fact, as though stating that the sky was blue or grass was green.
“I’m not,” Noah protested. “I’m nothing special. I’m just… ordinary.”
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.
She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
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