gushes with a huge dose of wonder in her amused voice. She laughs, “You
have a boyfriend, remember? You worship the guy.” Then she adds, “Though you
seem to be worshipping Darius with your eyes at the moment.”
I ignore her, as it’s now my turn.
Well, I might have cut a little in the line—not sure, since I was in a
fixed trance and not at all aware what was going on in my surroundings. For me
time stopped.
Darius went to take the puck from
me to sign without actually looking at me. The line was long, it apparently took a bit of doing for him to notice
one person from the next. Well, I needed him to notice me. I held on firmly to
the puck as he tried to take it from me.
We had a bit of a tug-of-war.
It made him glance up at me,
curiously. It was a very distracted glance.
But instantly he does a
double-take.
He swallows, staring into my eyes.
His lips part slightly and he goes completely still. A tiny noise comes from
him as he stares.
“You’re a fan?” he asks at last.
As though he needs to ask.
I close my eyes. Is this moment
real? This is really Darius? He goes to Madison
Heights now? ( Madison Heights!!! )
The thought is like a stab in my
heart. Yet getting to see him again, actually be this close to him, it’s like a
dream come true.
… only Madison Heights—the
school isn’t across the country. It’s just across town—and full of
filthy-rich kids. Two things that make me sick—Darius with snobby rich
people, and Darius snubbing me.
The air is knocked out of me.
Darius never came to see me, ever … yet he totally could have. Any time he
wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
Apparently.
“No, I’m not a fan,” I tell him
abruptly. “My friend is. Apparently you’ve kissed her a couple of times.”
He runs a hand through his shaggy,
beautiful, messy hair. “Um, you’re going to have to give me more of a clue,” he
says with a playful (weak) smile—like he’s kissed a lot of girls. Which
no doubt he has. Another stab to my heart, though of course he can’t possibly
know that. I mean, it’s been years, and he’s obviously forgotten all about me.
He probably expects the same of me—no deep feeling, no bittersweet pain.
Sorry buck-o the pain runs deep.
He never came to see me. Not once .
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him,
trying to sound breezy. “She paid for
the kiss—it was charity too. Just like this. You can sign it to my
brother.”
He lifts a brow. “Your brother?”
I nod.
“Ouch,” he says with another
playful (yet wan) smile. “I’ve been replaced.”
“Right,” I tell him, terse and
hurting—but trying to just sound bitter. “At least this one doesn’t try
to act like he doesn’t know me.”
Darius stills and his lips press
together. He pales, squeezing his eyes shut a moment.
“Cammy … ” he murmurs, his voice
husky and soft. So gentle, yet full of agony. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No, forget it. I don’t even care,”
I snap inanely, then dash away from him.
Having just told the biggest lie of
my life.
***
End
of peek
Hope
you liked it
Even When I Sleep is available now
https://www.amazon.com/Even-When-Sleep-Melanie-Marks-ebook/dp/B01KLW5K1U
***
Note: below are the first few pages
of Melanie Marks’ book, His Kiss. Then there is another story. So keep reading.
His Kiss
By Melanie Marks
(Right now this book only costs a dollar)
http://www.amazon.com/His-Kiss-Young-Adult-Romance-ebook/dp/B00631JXEO
Summary:
Ally’s world was totally on track:
the right boyfriend, the right school activities, the right plans. But then she
is bribed into kissing the school “bad boy.” (Griffin Piper.) Now nothing is
right. Nothing! Because all she can think about is … His Kiss.
His Kiss
CHAPTER 1
Griffin shut his locker, then did a
double-take when he saw I was standing there, waiting for him. He tilted his
head with his usual smirk. Only, it wasn’t exactly his usual smirk. He looked
perplexed, but sort of
have a boyfriend, remember? You worship the guy.” Then she adds, “Though you
seem to be worshipping Darius with your eyes at the moment.”
I ignore her, as it’s now my turn.
Well, I might have cut a little in the line—not sure, since I was in a
fixed trance and not at all aware what was going on in my surroundings. For me
time stopped.
Darius went to take the puck from
me to sign without actually looking at me. The line was long, it apparently took a bit of doing for him to notice
one person from the next. Well, I needed him to notice me. I held on firmly to
the puck as he tried to take it from me.
We had a bit of a tug-of-war.
It made him glance up at me,
curiously. It was a very distracted glance.
But instantly he does a
double-take.
He swallows, staring into my eyes.
His lips part slightly and he goes completely still. A tiny noise comes from
him as he stares.
“You’re a fan?” he asks at last.
As though he needs to ask.
I close my eyes. Is this moment
real? This is really Darius? He goes to Madison
Heights now? ( Madison Heights!!! )
The thought is like a stab in my
heart. Yet getting to see him again, actually be this close to him, it’s like a
dream come true.
… only Madison Heights—the
school isn’t across the country. It’s just across town—and full of
filthy-rich kids. Two things that make me sick—Darius with snobby rich
people, and Darius snubbing me.
The air is knocked out of me.
Darius never came to see me, ever … yet he totally could have. Any time he
wanted.
But he didn’t want to.
Apparently.
“No, I’m not a fan,” I tell him
abruptly. “My friend is. Apparently you’ve kissed her a couple of times.”
He runs a hand through his shaggy,
beautiful, messy hair. “Um, you’re going to have to give me more of a clue,” he
says with a playful (weak) smile—like he’s kissed a lot of girls. Which
no doubt he has. Another stab to my heart, though of course he can’t possibly
know that. I mean, it’s been years, and he’s obviously forgotten all about me.
He probably expects the same of me—no deep feeling, no bittersweet pain.
Sorry buck-o the pain runs deep.
He never came to see me. Not once .
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him,
trying to sound breezy. “She paid for
the kiss—it was charity too. Just like this. You can sign it to my
brother.”
He lifts a brow. “Your brother?”
I nod.
“Ouch,” he says with another
playful (yet wan) smile. “I’ve been replaced.”
“Right,” I tell him, terse and
hurting—but trying to just sound bitter. “At least this one doesn’t try
to act like he doesn’t know me.”
Darius stills and his lips press
together. He pales, squeezing his eyes shut a moment.
“Cammy … ” he murmurs, his voice
husky and soft. So gentle, yet full of agony. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No, forget it. I don’t even care,”
I snap inanely, then dash away from him.
Having just told the biggest lie of
my life.
***
End
of peek
Hope
you liked it
Even When I Sleep is available now
https://www.amazon.com/Even-When-Sleep-Melanie-Marks-ebook/dp/B01KLW5K1U
***
Note: below are the first few pages
of Melanie Marks’ book, His Kiss. Then there is another story. So keep reading.
His Kiss
By Melanie Marks
(Right now this book only costs a dollar)
http://www.amazon.com/His-Kiss-Young-Adult-Romance-ebook/dp/B00631JXEO
Summary:
Ally’s world was totally on track:
the right boyfriend, the right school activities, the right plans. But then she
is bribed into kissing the school “bad boy.” (Griffin Piper.) Now nothing is
right. Nothing! Because all she can think about is … His Kiss.
His Kiss
CHAPTER 1
Griffin shut his locker, then did a
double-take when he saw I was standing there, waiting for him. He tilted his
head with his usual smirk. Only, it wasn’t exactly his usual smirk. He looked
perplexed, but sort of
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