Vexation

"Scorpius?" Her eyes were a sparkling, hypnotic cup of lightly creamed coffee as she gazed at him from the spot in the grass next to him. Pieces of her hair were scattered across her fair skin from the doings of the humming breeze, and he swore he felt his heart skip a beat- not that he'd ever admit such a thing, especially to her. "Why do you call me a vexation?"