The knowledge she
was no longer alone in bed should have scared the crap out of Bay-Lee and
normally it would have, but she was still floating on the fragments of a
blissful dream. The soft whisper of a
lover’s hands surfaced with her consciousness.
She’d been dreaming about being in love, the kind that inspired people
to die for each other, the Romeo and Juliet sort of love. Beyond that nothing seemed real to her.
An odd smell
pierced the veil of sleep, and she wrinkled her nose. Jack Daniels?
The next thing to
grab her attention was the feel of a hard body crowding her on the narrow
mattress.
Warm breath
lightly blew a trail down her face from forehead to mouth like the soft wings
of a butterfly brushing against her skin.
Fingers slid up one arm to curve around her shoulder. Her eyelids fluttered, and she smiled up at
the gorgeous stranger. Fantasy wove a
complicated tapestry with reality, and she decided she was still dreaming.
The dark-haired
boy’s gaze settled on her lips. She
could practically read his mind. He
wanted to kiss her until neither of them could breathe. Still living on the leftover residue of an
imagined love, she was going to allow it.
A tingling sense of anticipation had her nearly breathless already.
She closed her
eyes again, mentally preparing for the kiss.
She waited.
The bed creaked as
he leaned in to give her what she desired most.
His hot breath teased her lips, and the smell of whiskey intoxicated
her. She clenched her hands into tight fists,
grabbing and holding bunched up bedding, silently willing him to hurry before
she came to her senses. Outside of this
moment nothing existed, not school, not her boyfriend, not the troubling
circumstances that forced her to constantly move from state to state, nothing.
When her lips
remained cool and untouched, she opened her eyes to find the boy staring down
at her with pure contempt. A menacing
light emanated from his eyes. He parted
his lips on a soft growl, reminding her of a werewolf, and her blood turned to
ice.
“You ruined my
life,” he whispered in a semi-harsh tone, accusing.
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