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have a practice room from 1 until 2. You sit on this bench until 3. You have your lab with Jared the TA—who is hot for you, would really like to date you, and is afraid to ask—that’s at 3:30. And then sometimes you do another hour in a practice room, but most times you disappear from campus. You are back at 7 for symphony. That’s your Tuesday/Thursday schedule.”
My eyes round and I tense. Jeez, maybe he’s not just the janitor. Maybe he’s a stalker or something!
“How do you know all that?” I ask fearfully.
“I push a broom, remember?” he replies casually.
I start to gather my things.
“Hey,” he says putting his hand on my arm. “You don’t have to run for security, Chrissie. I would never hurt a hometown girl. The rest of the girls I stalk are in trouble, but you’re pretty much safe. We’ve got that whole SB thing going on. Like comrades bonded in warfare.”
His boyish eyes start to twinkle above an endearing smile. I stare at him. Chrissie: he knows my name. SB thing? He’s from Santa Barbara too. I study him more closely and I just can’t place the face. I know I know the face, but I’m not connecting the dots, and I’m not tapping into that instinct thing telling me if I use to like him or I should run.
He frowns. “Now I’m hurt.”
Crap, he can see I’m not remembering him.
He tosses his unfinished burrito into the bag. “Do you forget every really, really cool guy who does you a really, really big favor?”
I feel my heart drop to my knees. Really, really cool guy ….Oh crap! Neil Stanton. Yep, I definitely remember him. The jerk from that night Rene and I went clubbing at Peppers before spring break. The guy who thought he needed to give me life advice after making a fool out of me. In my memory I can still hear him saying Didn’t Daddy teach you anything about how the world works .
Or enjoy the first novel in the Perfect Forever Novels: The Signature . Available Now. Please enjoy the following excerpt from The Signature:
She became aware all at once how utterly delightful it felt to be here with him, alone on the quay, with the erotic nearness of his body.
She closed her eyes. “Listen to the quiet. There are times when I lie here and it feels like there is no one else in the world.”
“No one else in the world? Would that be a good thing?” he asked thoughtfully.
“No. But the illusion is grand, don’t you think?” she whispered.
Krystal turned her head to the side, lifting her lids to find Devon’s gaze sparkling as he studied her. He shook his head lazily. “No. The illusion wouldn’t be grand at all. It would mean I wasn’t here with you.”
It all changed at once, yet again, and so quickly that Krystal couldn’t stop it. The ticklish feeling stirred in her limbs. Devon’s words, as well as the closeness of their bodies, should have sent her into active retreat, and instead she felt herself wanting to curl into him. What would it feel like if kissed me? Would I still feel this delicious inside? Or would that old panic and fear return?
Laughing softly, Devon said, “I’m not used to relaxing. Can you tell?”
“I wasn’t used to it before Coos Bay, either. There is a different pace of life here. At first I thought there was no sound. That’s how quiet it seemed to me. Then I realized that there is music, beautiful music in this quiet.”
After a long pause, he murmured, “You’ll have to bring me here every Saturday until I learn to hear music in the quiet.”
Krystal smiled. “Once you hear the music it’s perfect.”
“It’s perfect now to me.” His voice was a husky, sensual whisper.
He was on his side facing her. When had that happened? An inadvertent thrill ran through her flesh, and she could see it in his eyes—the supplication, the want, and an unexplainable reluctance to indulge either.
Devon was no longer smiling, his eyes had become brighter and more diffuse. His fingertips started to trace her face with such
My eyes round and I tense. Jeez, maybe he’s not just the janitor. Maybe he’s a stalker or something!
“How do you know all that?” I ask fearfully.
“I push a broom, remember?” he replies casually.
I start to gather my things.
“Hey,” he says putting his hand on my arm. “You don’t have to run for security, Chrissie. I would never hurt a hometown girl. The rest of the girls I stalk are in trouble, but you’re pretty much safe. We’ve got that whole SB thing going on. Like comrades bonded in warfare.”
His boyish eyes start to twinkle above an endearing smile. I stare at him. Chrissie: he knows my name. SB thing? He’s from Santa Barbara too. I study him more closely and I just can’t place the face. I know I know the face, but I’m not connecting the dots, and I’m not tapping into that instinct thing telling me if I use to like him or I should run.
He frowns. “Now I’m hurt.”
Crap, he can see I’m not remembering him.
He tosses his unfinished burrito into the bag. “Do you forget every really, really cool guy who does you a really, really big favor?”
I feel my heart drop to my knees. Really, really cool guy ….Oh crap! Neil Stanton. Yep, I definitely remember him. The jerk from that night Rene and I went clubbing at Peppers before spring break. The guy who thought he needed to give me life advice after making a fool out of me. In my memory I can still hear him saying Didn’t Daddy teach you anything about how the world works .
Or enjoy the first novel in the Perfect Forever Novels: The Signature . Available Now. Please enjoy the following excerpt from The Signature:
She became aware all at once how utterly delightful it felt to be here with him, alone on the quay, with the erotic nearness of his body.
She closed her eyes. “Listen to the quiet. There are times when I lie here and it feels like there is no one else in the world.”
“No one else in the world? Would that be a good thing?” he asked thoughtfully.
“No. But the illusion is grand, don’t you think?” she whispered.
Krystal turned her head to the side, lifting her lids to find Devon’s gaze sparkling as he studied her. He shook his head lazily. “No. The illusion wouldn’t be grand at all. It would mean I wasn’t here with you.”
It all changed at once, yet again, and so quickly that Krystal couldn’t stop it. The ticklish feeling stirred in her limbs. Devon’s words, as well as the closeness of their bodies, should have sent her into active retreat, and instead she felt herself wanting to curl into him. What would it feel like if kissed me? Would I still feel this delicious inside? Or would that old panic and fear return?
Laughing softly, Devon said, “I’m not used to relaxing. Can you tell?”
“I wasn’t used to it before Coos Bay, either. There is a different pace of life here. At first I thought there was no sound. That’s how quiet it seemed to me. Then I realized that there is music, beautiful music in this quiet.”
After a long pause, he murmured, “You’ll have to bring me here every Saturday until I learn to hear music in the quiet.”
Krystal smiled. “Once you hear the music it’s perfect.”
“It’s perfect now to me.” His voice was a husky, sensual whisper.
He was on his side facing her. When had that happened? An inadvertent thrill ran through her flesh, and she could see it in his eyes—the supplication, the want, and an unexplainable reluctance to indulge either.
Devon was no longer smiling, his eyes had become brighter and more diffuse. His fingertips started to trace her face with such
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