“Hey, you awake?” Hot breath tickles my cheek. The lightest, barely-there touch skids along behind the breath, both interpreting my deep sleep. I must be dreaming. Dead to the world. That’s it: my body and mind is heavy with exhaustion. After the hospital and worrying about whether or not Bubba was going to be okay, and the tiresome attempts to decode a very complicated Beau had me passing out flat on my stomach on his old sofa. Bubba has an ear ache and will be fine. Beau on the other hand, wouldn’t even let me hold the toddler, existent that nobody was going to take the child from him. Beau was distraught. Bubba clung to him as if he felt the same way. Once in the Emergency room I had even caught Beau stroking the little boy’s hair telling …show more content…
Anyways, I swore not to wake again until morning light. Maybe then things would be clearer. The past weeks have been miserable with its many up and downs. I felt like that night, the night I had crawled through that window, I had willingly made a deal with the devil, the devil being Beau. But then, sometimes, like an unexpected wave knocking you on your ass at the beach and ripping your feet out from underneath you, Beau would be decent. Or at least approachable. I groan, switching my head side to side on the pillow, wiping the drool from my open mouth. I envision an edgy artist with oil creases around nailbeds, popped hoods and wicked beautiful grins. The bastard has now invaded my dreams. I never should have agreed to stay, I wouldn’t have, if it hadn’t been for the baby. Flushed and overheated, I push one foot out from underneath the sheet in search of a draft. There it is again, that annoying tickle over my cheek. “Juliet, I need you to wake up.” “I don’t wanna.” But even as I say it I lift my head a fraction off the pillow; my eyes prying open and fixating on his face so near to mine. I’m asleep, and then he is there. Imagine the jolt that has to …show more content…
A letter is produced from his back pocket. “What is it?” I stare at Beau in utter confusion. He leans and turns on the lamp beside the couch then noisily unfolds the letter and smooths out its many wrinkles, putting the letter in my hand. His palms rub up the sides of my throat, turning briefly so his knuckles brush the line of my jaw, and then up to along my cheeks. So tender. So gentle. A totally different Beau from that first night in his bedroom. I’m beginning to wonder if that Beau ever insisted or was just a front to keep people out. I’ll never regret waiting around to find out. I blink, my gaze remaining on the letter in my grip. Beau is sharing his big secret. The thought warms my heart and cause tears to sting my eyes. “Beau,” I
He would never forget. "I love you" he promised before his hands went slack to release her's. She slowly lost solidity, fading away into transparency. The last thing he ever saw of her was her eyes. The eyes that had shown him truth.
He was so overjoyed to see his love woken up again. He kissed her and held her in
Her legs wrapped around his large body and pulled him tight to her. Kendrick slid the head of his cock along her warm wet folds. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her body. As he thrust up and set his cock deep within her body, he sat back down on the edge of their bed. He heard her soft whimpers of pleasure as he rocked their bodies back and forth.
“You always look so beautiful in the morning.” She couldn’t help it. She froze when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the part of her clavicle the robe left exposed. She saw his face twist in the mirror.
The look in her eye that said, "We need to talk," was both clear and cryptic not to mention, scary. As she reached for his hand, time slowed and his vision sharpened. He saw a map of her experiences in the palm of her hand, her life's story written in the countless
The next morning I had woken up with no memory of ever having fallen asleep. To my surprise, the other bed was no longer empty. "Annabelle?" I crept closer, "Are you awake?" The bed sheets remained still.
“What’s going on?” Dally asked. “Sit down,” I told him “there’s something I want to read to you.” He sat down slowly, staring at me the whole time. I started reading the letter, with every sentence I could see Dally’s hard eyes becoming softer.
when- I’m awake. The woman is dusting herself off when someone grabs my arm and pulled me up to my feet in one swift
As my mind cleared I glanced at the wall. The window was open. "Da...," I closed my eyes making sure I wasn't dreaming. I slid out of the silky sheets. They clinged to me.
However, one part of his letter has really got me thinking. “When you see tears welling up in her eyes when
‘I’m not hiding,’ I said, my eyes sliding away from her. She laughed. ‘Good thing, because your soul is right in front of you.’ She pointed to the sketch I’d drawn of Josie in her scarf.
I’m disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke, but he sees it now. His features register disbelief and something more intene that I cant quite place. Desire? Desperation? Surely both, he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feet, and moves towards me.
She thanks him for giving her the chance to love. She engrave him in her memory for his valuable lesson on how to love and be
She catches the man looking at her coat, while she examines his face. This is important because the man doesn’t make eye contact with her, he doesn’t look at her in the face. She then wonders
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.