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Authors: Kasey Millstead
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sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Ever.
“I’m at a loss for words,” I admit on a whisper.
He takes my chin in his hand and gently turns my face so I look into his eyes. He looks so genuine. So sincere. My heart melts.
“It’s the truth,” he says softly.
“It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I admit quietly.
“Then you haven’t been hanging out with the right people.”
Silently we stare into each other’s eyes, taking each other in. Enjoying the moment getting lost in our connection.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Kennedy,” he rasps.
“Okay,” I breathe.
He brings his head down as I tilt my chin up further. As our noses touch, our eyes flutter closed. Then his lips are on mine. Soft, yet controlling. When his tongue traces along the seam of my lips, I open my mouth and he sweeps inside. My own tongue duals with his on its own accord. My fingers reach up to thread through his short hair, holding him close, not wanting him to pull away too quickly.
One of his hands goes to my hair, tilting my head to the side, while the other wraps tight around my waist. We make out for what seems like forever. The kiss moves from soft and gentle to heated and full of passion, before slowing back down again. By the time he pulls back slightly and nibbles the side of my mouth, I know I’m going to have a major case of stubble rash in the morning. The best part is, I don’t even care!
“I better go, otherwise I might get carried away,” he warns with a chuckle.
“Good idea.” I walk him over to his vehicle and he bends down to tenderly kiss me again. It is short and closed mouthed, but oh-so sweet.
“Thanks for dinner, Kennedy.”
“Thanks for coming over,” I reply. “Oh! Skip invited you to his birthday celebration next Saturday at the Pub in Pine Creek.”
“Sounds good. You going?”
I nod my head.
“I’ll pick you up then.” He kisses me once more then climbs into his car and starts the ignition. With his window down, he reaches out and strokes my face before giving me a wink and a grin. “Night, Kennedy.”
“Night, Kye.”
Then he drives off into the night and I float on Cloud Nine back into my home. When I climb into bed an hour later, the smile he left on my face is still planted firmly there. I suspect it will be staying around for a while. I kinda like it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paperwork is my least favourite part of my job. Each night, I sit down and write progress notes on the residents I have dealt with that day. The notes are sometimes looked over by a judge after the resident has completed their time here, and other times the files stay in storage in case they are called upon by the government or a counsellor or judge in the future. I try my best to keep my notes as thorough as possible. I take the time to list the residents’ strengths and weaknesses in any given activity and I also like to make comments about things like their self-confidence.
At the end of their stay, a copy of the notes is also sent home with the residents – kind of like a report card from school. It is their choice to read through and take on board our comments, or to toss the paper in the first bin they come across. I certainly hope each of them choose the former, but I’m also not naive.
Nicholas is a very strong, self-assured character who displays a kind nature to his peers and sponsors. At times, he can be short-tempered and become frustrated easily, often expelling his emotions in the wrong way. Nicholas needs to remember to take a moment to think before he acts, and he will achieve the desired results in any circumstance.
Putting down my pen, I close the files and set them aside. I take a much needed sip of my wine and close my eyes, dropping my head back.
I’m so tired. I yawn loudly and stretch out. It is only early in the evening, but I’m knackered.
A knock on the door startles
“I’m at a loss for words,” I admit on a whisper.
He takes my chin in his hand and gently turns my face so I look into his eyes. He looks so genuine. So sincere. My heart melts.
“It’s the truth,” he says softly.
“It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I admit quietly.
“Then you haven’t been hanging out with the right people.”
Silently we stare into each other’s eyes, taking each other in. Enjoying the moment getting lost in our connection.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Kennedy,” he rasps.
“Okay,” I breathe.
He brings his head down as I tilt my chin up further. As our noses touch, our eyes flutter closed. Then his lips are on mine. Soft, yet controlling. When his tongue traces along the seam of my lips, I open my mouth and he sweeps inside. My own tongue duals with his on its own accord. My fingers reach up to thread through his short hair, holding him close, not wanting him to pull away too quickly.
One of his hands goes to my hair, tilting my head to the side, while the other wraps tight around my waist. We make out for what seems like forever. The kiss moves from soft and gentle to heated and full of passion, before slowing back down again. By the time he pulls back slightly and nibbles the side of my mouth, I know I’m going to have a major case of stubble rash in the morning. The best part is, I don’t even care!
“I better go, otherwise I might get carried away,” he warns with a chuckle.
“Good idea.” I walk him over to his vehicle and he bends down to tenderly kiss me again. It is short and closed mouthed, but oh-so sweet.
“Thanks for dinner, Kennedy.”
“Thanks for coming over,” I reply. “Oh! Skip invited you to his birthday celebration next Saturday at the Pub in Pine Creek.”
“Sounds good. You going?”
I nod my head.
“I’ll pick you up then.” He kisses me once more then climbs into his car and starts the ignition. With his window down, he reaches out and strokes my face before giving me a wink and a grin. “Night, Kennedy.”
“Night, Kye.”
Then he drives off into the night and I float on Cloud Nine back into my home. When I climb into bed an hour later, the smile he left on my face is still planted firmly there. I suspect it will be staying around for a while. I kinda like it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paperwork is my least favourite part of my job. Each night, I sit down and write progress notes on the residents I have dealt with that day. The notes are sometimes looked over by a judge after the resident has completed their time here, and other times the files stay in storage in case they are called upon by the government or a counsellor or judge in the future. I try my best to keep my notes as thorough as possible. I take the time to list the residents’ strengths and weaknesses in any given activity and I also like to make comments about things like their self-confidence.
At the end of their stay, a copy of the notes is also sent home with the residents – kind of like a report card from school. It is their choice to read through and take on board our comments, or to toss the paper in the first bin they come across. I certainly hope each of them choose the former, but I’m also not naive.
Nicholas is a very strong, self-assured character who displays a kind nature to his peers and sponsors. At times, he can be short-tempered and become frustrated easily, often expelling his emotions in the wrong way. Nicholas needs to remember to take a moment to think before he acts, and he will achieve the desired results in any circumstance.
Putting down my pen, I close the files and set them aside. I take a much needed sip of my wine and close my eyes, dropping my head back.
I’m so tired. I yawn loudly and stretch out. It is only early in the evening, but I’m knackered.
A knock on the door startles
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