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pered. "It's
iled over mine, leaving little circle eights
. I couldn't look at him, but I didn't move away.
at the edge of the cliff, the su
o with you." I said hating how m
to fight for," he said, gripping my chin and turning me to face him. "Not caring about
s. Simpler times. My body remembered those lost hours. But my heart snagged on the rips he'd add
ot caring how harsh I sounded. He deserved
nce more. He didn't take my anger seriously. I never
you d
ewly single. There was nothing like a Lubbock sunset. Streaks of pink and orange and gold painted the s
incredible painter, full of life and color. Then, I'd grown up. I'd realized bright colors were for other people, and shad
look about you,
ow me would look like on paper that I had
ked my brows furr
like one of your French girl
showed you my drawings."
id rolling his eyes at me. He
e who, one, have any talent and, two, are professionals. I sometimes dra
ked eyebrows raised, a
said shrugg
th triumph. "I thought
eyes. "How did
things," he said,
hat an arrog
ver, J
ts and raw emotions and crashing waves and crinkled eyes from laughter and big heaving clouds. I sp
right
ht and reveled in the
t was wit
was companionable.It was surprisingly comfortable and nice.I'd forgotten how easy it was to b
or touching me after just telling him not to, but I didn't. Sometimes, it was easier. I'd just gone th
ss. R
nn
and sighed in fru
uck. Habi
here you with you?" I as
efore threading through my l
stly,
e a whole other reason for being here than my body. My body wanted another taste. M
ck, that face and those eyes and that mouth. Possessive and commanding. E
fore he pressed forward and s
d water, but our bodies were another story. We