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Authors: Cyndi Goodgame
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“Euphoric.”
Now that was my flippin’ new word of the day.
A frown pressed against her brows. I didn’t like it on her face now. I wanted the smile back. I could kiss her back to smiling if I had my way.
“What is it, Pigeon?” She frowned more. What was I doing wrong?
“Was the kiss not as good for you?” she asked.
Oh, she had the same panic I did. I hated to ever have to admit to her that I’d kissed a lot of spell-ridden siphoned girls to find her. I wasn’t the least bit disappointed in the first real kiss I’d ever had. And from someone who despised me getting near her. That was just so new for me.
Since confessions were flying around the air above us in other fashions, why not spill the rest?
Here goes.
“I’ve never kissed anyone like that.”
She didn’t believe me. Her face scrunched up. “Um, you were way too good at that to be a first timer.”
Ego boost well noted.
“Maybe, but I’ve only ever kissed anyone I made to kiss me because they were under the siphon. You’re the first one I’ve ever kissed who wanted to and gained energy from me.”
Confessions feel good when no one ridicules you. Still, I will regret pouring my heart out when she spits it back at me. And she would when she found out the truth about why I was here.
“So that was as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.
I raised a brow at her misshapen innuendo that was said like an accident, but something else was implied. She was quite the little vixen. We both laughed. Mine was husky and wanting more of her, not more high school English and mathematics. We headed into class...late again.
LARK ✜ Insecurities
The eyebrows all shot up in unison across the room. We never returned to lunch and were now late for class. Daniel walked me here and went off to his respective class. My lips were swollen and tingling making me feel they were displaying my recent actions. Coughs of inappropriate comments were thrown from every direction that contained a male in the seat. One obscene gesture was not observed from coach. My best friend was practically bouncing in her seat. And Foster...was a raging bull.
I didn’t care. Euphoria was still floating around the top of my head making me clearer headed, yet kind of fuzzy in my stomach and most likely unable to eat anytime soon. I was pumped and ready for anything.
Racing through the lesson and heading off to the next class without Daniel was tough, but I wasn’t so achy like yesterday or the day before. Did the kiss really give that much power?
The day ended. No detention. I headed to the parking lot unsure of what the next step in the Daniel Crawford plan might be. I’d just go home and wait.
Didn’t happen.
“Going somewhere without me?” His voice easily achieved that same hold-you-still-in-your-step honeyed warmth. I felt like maybe his siphon spell actually worked on me and wanted to say so.
“You know. I’m not sure your nifty spell you use on girls isn’t working on me. I feel light headed and woozy around you.”
His face fell to something awful and I couldn’t stand it. “I’m joking, Daniel. Joking. I mean it in a girl kind of way.”
He wasn’t sure at first. That tough guy I met days ago was falling away, his shell broken open. “You aren’t lying to make me leave?”
The air was thick between us all of a sudden. Insecurity would have never been a bullet in my list of guesses about Daniel Crawford.
Geez, he was that afraid. I opened the door of my car, dropped my bag in the seat, and rushed back to his arms. I didn’t kiss him long because I had to get us out of the parking lot before we gave the whole school bad rumors that I’d spent years stifling about myself. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I’d make sure Daniel knew this, but right now he needed this and so did I. Alive with energy with yet another kiss.
“Would I kiss you if
“Euphoric.”
Now that was my flippin’ new word of the day.
A frown pressed against her brows. I didn’t like it on her face now. I wanted the smile back. I could kiss her back to smiling if I had my way.
“What is it, Pigeon?” She frowned more. What was I doing wrong?
“Was the kiss not as good for you?” she asked.
Oh, she had the same panic I did. I hated to ever have to admit to her that I’d kissed a lot of spell-ridden siphoned girls to find her. I wasn’t the least bit disappointed in the first real kiss I’d ever had. And from someone who despised me getting near her. That was just so new for me.
Since confessions were flying around the air above us in other fashions, why not spill the rest?
Here goes.
“I’ve never kissed anyone like that.”
She didn’t believe me. Her face scrunched up. “Um, you were way too good at that to be a first timer.”
Ego boost well noted.
“Maybe, but I’ve only ever kissed anyone I made to kiss me because they were under the siphon. You’re the first one I’ve ever kissed who wanted to and gained energy from me.”
Confessions feel good when no one ridicules you. Still, I will regret pouring my heart out when she spits it back at me. And she would when she found out the truth about why I was here.
“So that was as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.
I raised a brow at her misshapen innuendo that was said like an accident, but something else was implied. She was quite the little vixen. We both laughed. Mine was husky and wanting more of her, not more high school English and mathematics. We headed into class...late again.
LARK ✜ Insecurities
The eyebrows all shot up in unison across the room. We never returned to lunch and were now late for class. Daniel walked me here and went off to his respective class. My lips were swollen and tingling making me feel they were displaying my recent actions. Coughs of inappropriate comments were thrown from every direction that contained a male in the seat. One obscene gesture was not observed from coach. My best friend was practically bouncing in her seat. And Foster...was a raging bull.
I didn’t care. Euphoria was still floating around the top of my head making me clearer headed, yet kind of fuzzy in my stomach and most likely unable to eat anytime soon. I was pumped and ready for anything.
Racing through the lesson and heading off to the next class without Daniel was tough, but I wasn’t so achy like yesterday or the day before. Did the kiss really give that much power?
The day ended. No detention. I headed to the parking lot unsure of what the next step in the Daniel Crawford plan might be. I’d just go home and wait.
Didn’t happen.
“Going somewhere without me?” His voice easily achieved that same hold-you-still-in-your-step honeyed warmth. I felt like maybe his siphon spell actually worked on me and wanted to say so.
“You know. I’m not sure your nifty spell you use on girls isn’t working on me. I feel light headed and woozy around you.”
His face fell to something awful and I couldn’t stand it. “I’m joking, Daniel. Joking. I mean it in a girl kind of way.”
He wasn’t sure at first. That tough guy I met days ago was falling away, his shell broken open. “You aren’t lying to make me leave?”
The air was thick between us all of a sudden. Insecurity would have never been a bullet in my list of guesses about Daniel Crawford.
Geez, he was that afraid. I opened the door of my car, dropped my bag in the seat, and rushed back to his arms. I didn’t kiss him long because I had to get us out of the parking lot before we gave the whole school bad rumors that I’d spent years stifling about myself. I wasn’t that kind of girl. I’d make sure Daniel knew this, but right now he needed this and so did I. Alive with energy with yet another kiss.
“Would I kiss you if
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