. . . and something inside me starts to thaw. Something I’ve kept carefully hidden in the ice. This is madness.
He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips. I stare at him a moment, trying hard not to like him so much. He’s entirely too charming, this Finn. And he knows it, too.
. . . as if he can see all the multitude of unrolling possible
futures branching off every choice and diverting factor.
Topic: “Long Distance”
“Christmas was a month ago,” I remind him. “Why keep a moldy piece of mistletoe?”
He gives me a shrug and a grin as he closes his locker. “Maybe I’m waiting for just the right girl.”
“All I know,” he says, and his eyes are burning bright, warming me and chasing all the cold away, “is that no matter how many times I lose you, I can’t seem to let you go.”
Swoon Reads / MacMillan Feb 2017
“I—-I really should get back.” I didn’t come here to make out with Finn. Did I?
I take a deep breath in an effort to calm my racing heart, and I’m grateful that I actually can.
“All I hope for is that each day sucks a little less.”
“So how’s today?”
I look at my hand, clasped in his.
From: Work In Progress
Topic: “Hope Floats”
I bite back a smile because I can’t let him know he’s getting to me.
Especially since he is.
Topic: “Once Bitten”
It’s slow and steady as his breathing evens out. I’m still awake, and I can’t stop the thought that leaks from my mind through a whisper on my lips:
“What if I can’t save you?”
From: Dreamer (WIP)