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Neely McIntire, " I said, clamping a sweaty hand behind her neck. "Friendship be damned! " Hayden yanked me forward. I had time to make a very girly sound before his lips began to move furiously over mine. His touch left behind the tingle of cinnamon gum. One of his hands slowly slid down and pressed into the small of my back. For a second, I thought the sun had washed over me. But this heat cuddled around me, pushing its way through my clothes. " Stmmmmp, " I tried to say around his lips. My knees wobbled as he wound his fingers into the curls at my neck, holding my face firmly against his. " No." The hot pressure of his hand increased. A rumbling protest came from his throat when I dug my nails into his collarbones. " Lemme go, " I managed to gasp when he kissed the corner of my mouth. " No, " he whispered. His voice became a yielding puff of smoke. It slipped into my ears and coaxed something familiar from the broken depths. The urge to fight drained away. This wisp of memory warmed me, relaxed tensed muscles, but tightened other places. My fists uncurled and gripped his shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" " I want you to come back to me, Neely, " he said, wrapping his arms around my waist to press our hips together. Fiery lips caressed my face and neck. "I know you're in there somewhere. Come back, come back, come back, " he whispered between kisses.K.D. Wood
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Do you know why the lotus is one of my favorite flowers?" I cocked my head to one side so I could see his expression. He shook his head. " This beautiful flower lives in the most vile, muddy water of swamps and bogs, " I said and rubbed the smooth metal of the pendant between my fingers. He frowned. " No, seriously.. the grosser the environment, the better, " I said. " So let me get this straight. You like a flower that lives in disgusting places?" One of his eyebrows rose. "That ain't right." " No, I love this flower, " I corrected. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, "Seriously?" "What?" You don't believe me?" " Sure, I believe you. It's just weird." " I'll tell you why, but only if you promise not to laugh, " I said. He nodded. Taking a cleansing breath, I rested my head against the seat, closed my eyes, and took that scary first step. " This flower stays in the mud and muck all night long." I peeked at him without moving my head. His face had become set in the smooth lines of one who listens intently. " Then, at sunrise, it climbs toward the light and opens into a pristine bloom. After the sun goes down, the bloom sinks into the mire. Even though it spends the whole night underwater, the flower emerges every morning as beautiful as the day before." Smiling, I swiveled in my seat to face him. "I love this flower because it reminds me that we get second chances every day, no matter what muck life drags us through.K.D. Wood
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Come in." The kid turned and walked toward the house. "I'll help you if I can." He paused, his brown eyes turned toward Stacy who now stood open-mouthed. "But you'll have to do something for me in return." I frowned. "Like what?" " Hide me from my mother, " he said. His eyes were shiny with fresh tears. I snorted. "Do you mean your mother, the beauty queen?" " No, " he said softly. His face suddenly seemed older. "I mean my mother, the monster.K.D. Wood
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Oh my God, " Mrs. McIntire screamed. She'd dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. "Neely! " Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter's name over and over. "She's going to be fine, sweetie, " he kept saying. I really wanted to believe him. " Is she on the other side?" I paced the shore. I couldn't see anything except a piece of driftwood lying at the water's edge. "I don't see her." Mr. McIntire didn't answer, only pointed across the rolling water. A log had washed up on the shore. It looked like maybe the water had rubbed all the bark off and left a naked, saturated trunk behind. " Tell me where she is." Aggravated, I stared until my eyes blurred with stress. "All I see is a damn log." " Son, " Sheriff Mills said from behind me. "That ain't a log.K.D. Wood