Then I wake up. And, it's not the purple- hued light of the house at three in the morning that has woken me, or the sound of Payton stumbling into the bathroom. It's a hand.
A single hand.
So innocuous.
I feel it before my eyes blink open. A slight weight on my hip. A current of electricity running through me, reshaping the air that I breathe. It takes only a second for me to process what it is, to rearrange the spaces in my head around the feel of his fingers on my body.
Ellie, I came back early because I was driving everyone around me crazy. When I wasn't texting you or talking to you, I was talking about you, and thinking about you, and wondering about you...you get the idea.
Autumn DoughtonThat's it. I've had enough of this talking crap. I reach my hands up. I cup his chin and bring his mouth to mine.
Autumn DoughtonSometimes things don't work out like we plan. Like, maybe life has other things in mind.
Autumn DoughtonHere's what I think: it's one thing to know that rejection is coming, and it's an entirely different thing when it arrives.
Autumn DoughtonMots clés rejection
But, here's a sad fact: perfect isn't meant to be. When you aim for perfect, you just wind up ruined.
Autumn DoughtonMots clés perfect
Crushes are for fourteen year olds. Ellie, I would describe what's happening to you as falling.
Autumn DoughtonI'm being fair, it was the best kiss of my life- a kiss that finds all your seams and pulls them apart, stitch by detail stitch.
Autumn DoughtonMots clés kiss
I can assure you that a kiss under the influence does not equal long-lasting romance.
Autumn DoughtonI guess, sometimes the most inexplicable things end up being the ones that work the best.
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