I blame boobs.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutHe's got courage," Alex said.
"Courage!" Raoul bellowed. "That coward almost kills him and--
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Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. "You and me."
"I promise," I say.
Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her."
The whole world closes around me, like an eyelid: For a moment, everything goes dark.
I am falling. My ears are full of rushing; I have been sucked into a tunnel, a place of pleasure and chaos. My head is about to explode.
He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. His eyes-once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup-have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.
Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.
Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.
Alex.
I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware of how pale I look in the sunshine, and how many moles I have spotting up and down my chest, and I just know he's looking at me thinking i'm wrong or deformed. But the he breathes, 'Beautiful' and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.
Lauren OliverBut then, even with cuts, bruises and blood all over him, he looked like his jackass self again."
- Alex Gold
Where’s our teacher?”
“Probably getting it on with the English teacher.”
- Alex Gold and Mike Wilson
The most important part of seeing Darla every night wasn’t the fooling around. It was the few minutes we talked while holding each other, the feeling of security I got with her, the feeling of being understood and loved. Before the eruption, I wouldn’t have believed that I could cuddle up every night with the girl who starred in my dreams and not be totally preoccupied with sex. But the trek across Iowa had changed something. I wanted, needed to see her so badly that it woke me up at night. But making out was incidental to my need – nice when it happened, but secondary to the simple pleasure of sleeping beside her.
Mike MullinTags: love romance alex ashfall darla
I mean, contrary to popular belief, I'm actually not harboring a secret desire to grow up and become a bioterrorist.
Elizabeth NorrisTags: alex
Then he leaned forward and rested his cheek against mine. Hot tingles spread through me as his lips moved against my ear. "You should tell me to stop."
I didn't say a word.
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A cell phone rings. I can feel the vibration through Brittany’s pants.
“It’s hers,” I say.
“Answer it,” Isa Instructs.
I already feel like I’ve kidnapped the girl. Now I’m gonna answer her cell? Shit. Rolling her a bit, I feel for the bulge in her back pocket.
“Contesta,” Isa whispers loudly, this time in Spanish.
“I am,” I hiss, my fingers clumsy as I fumble for the phone.
“I’ll do it,” Paco says, leaning over the seats and reaching toward Brittany’s ass.
I whack his hand away. “Get your hands off her.”
“Geez, man, I was just tryin’ to help.”
My response is a glare.
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