(Appolonnia – POV)
Dark blue skin dusted with copper, so smooth and perfect, it's unreal. Black hair so crisp, it curled jagged. Eyes the velvety blue with flecks of gray softened steel. Long narrow wings like silver-shot glass. My senses tumbled, intoxicated in hot metal scent. Warm midnight blue hands steadied me, and my belly melted inside like chocolate fudge sauce on ice cream, running everywhere. I inhaled, molten iron and hot fairy skin. . . . Fluid scorched into my wing veins, swelling them tight. I held my breath. Calm, Apples. He's touching you. You've practically got your face in his lap. Say something really cool and seductive.

"Oh. Um. Hi, Andy. It's me."
Yeah. That so wasn't it.

Effortlessly, Andy lifted me to my feet. Rusty wing-glitter shimmered warm on my shoulders. His coppery claws grazed my wrist, and tiny electric shocks crackled up my arms, sparking my diamonds blue. I stared, my fingerpads itching. He wore black, as usual, jeans and a sleeveless shirt that showed off lean ink-blue covered arms.

I wanted to rub my cheek against them, tickle my tongue along his biceps. Metalfae are usually twisted, hunchbacked little monsters with razor metal teeth and an attitude. Andrew—well, he's tall and sculpted and moves light, like a cat burglar, but he's still got razor metal teeth and an attitude. Licking is strictly off-limits, especially for a no-account geek girl like me.

He surveyed me back, steely eyes cool. "Nice diamonds."

His dark quicksilver voice broke my skin out in bumps. I tugged my skirt shyly down over my butt, my skin zinging all over under his scrutiny. My tank top was splashed with pink drink, and my nipples poked the wet fabric, painfully visible. I caught myself fiddling with my hair and yanked my hand away, embarrassment squirming inside. I so wanted to be like Charlotte, elegant and gorgeous, instead of gangly and yellow and pointy-nosed like me.

At least I had a shiny score to impress him with. Not that it'd impress him much. He was the real deal, Andy. Not just a petty con artist. I wanted to be him when I grew up. "What? Oh, yeah, thanks. They're not mine. You like ’em?"

He gave me a dark silver-fanged smile, and my tongue tingled. Like candies, Andy’s smiles. Make your mouth water, but you only get one when you've been a very good girl. Probably rot your teeth, too.
He tinkled a copper claw along my glittering bracelets. "Pretty. They suit you."
My cheeks sizzled at his compliment. "Yeah? Wow. I mean . . . Thanks, you look great, too. I mean, not that you don't always look gr . . . Well, that is. You look well." Shit.
Andy brushed pink froth from lean denim-clad thighs, electricity arcing between his fingers.
Great. Not only had I snorted my drink on him, but I'd spilled his as well. Metalfae rust, doncha know. Good job, Ice. Well done. "Sorry 'bout the drink. I'll get you another one—"

"It's okay. I was finished anyway." He adjusted brittle silver wings, and hard fae muscles did sexy things inside his shirt. I stared, my fingerpads burning to touch that narrow body packed tight with faelight flesh. He's bigger than Ashley, stronger, harder. His muscles, I mean. I can only dream about the rest.

My mouth crinkled inside. This so wasn't going the way I'd imagined it.
Every time I saw him, it was like this: I made a gibbering fool of myself and then spent the time until I saw him again thinking of all the cool things I should've said.
I licked my sharp teeth. He didn’t make it easy, so dark and silent and all. Guess he was shy. "So . . . Umm . . . You got anything happening? Me and my friends, we're always—"
"Not right now." His coppery lashes glinted.
"I mean, not that you need our help or anything, but we're real good, like tonight, there was this alarm system wired into the window when we smashed it, and me and Ashley—"
"Apples." Clipped, like he didn't want to listen to me or something.
"Yeah?"
"I'm kind of in the middle of something."

I peered around him. A blond banker type, sleek black suit and golden rings, sipping a bottled green drink through a straw. He glinted black eyes at me, and ash drifted from golden lashes.
I shivered. Spooky. Maybe a client, he looked rich enough. I fluffed my wings out as prettily as I could, grubbing up the dregs of my courage. "Oh, sure. Hi. I'll wait. Maybe after, we could go for pizza or something—"

"Appolonnia?" "Yeah?" My pulse fluttered. I held my breath. Please say yes, and I'll never tease Charlotte about Ashley again.
He stared at the bar, his elegant jaw tight. "Leave us alone? Please?"
Nausea warmed my stomach. I swallowed, beestung. "Fine. Sure, Andy. Later." And I walked away, flicking a little updraft to keep my step light.
Embarrassment and alcohol burned my skin. For the fairy of my dreams, he sure was a condescending asshole. That was like ten times he'd brushed me off like that. Why did I set myself up for this? I was so over him. Fluid boiled in my wings, and my head swirled. Charlotte smirked at me from the bar, but I ignored her. Just because he'd never turn her down. I made it halfway to the dance floor before my feet tangled and I fell, my kneecaps banging into grippy metal. Nice move. That'd impress him.

But at least this one had manners. I slid my arms around his neck, glancing over his shoulder in case Andrew was looking this time. He wasn't. Damn it. "Sure, sweetie. Wanna dance?"

Notes

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