I'm more of a dog person. But I admire cats and their ability to take so much while giving so little.
Jeri Smith-ReadyMots clés humorous
What do you want as your password?"
"How about iloveaura
This one's for Aura.
You all know who that is by now. The only girl I've ever loved. I wrote her a song, but she's the only one who's ever heard it, or ever will.
Logan followed my gaze. "I wonder if there'll be stars where I'm going."
"If there aren't now, there will be once you show up.
He sang the last two lines strong and smooth, promising that he'd always be with me, even when I could no longer hear his voice. I whispered the lines with him, sending the promise right back
Jeri Smith-ReadyThat reminds me." I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. "I brought these back for you."
He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. "What are they?"
"Poisonous snakes. Open it."
Zachary untied the string. "They seem like very quiet snakes."
"They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.
He cut himself off and looked away, dragging a hand through his hair. "I just met her," he muttered to himself. "I'll no' say that."
"Cut the crap," Megan said. "Zachary Moore, this is Aura Salvatore, and yes, she's into science even though she's pretty. Shocker. Get over it." She turned to me. "Show him how you can walk and chew gum at the same time.
So do you have a kilt?" Megan asked him. When I glared at her, she said, "What? He only said you couldn't ask." She looked at him. "So do you?"
Straightening up, Zachary rubbed the back of his neck and smirked. "I might, I might."
God, he was gorgeous. And Scottish. But maybe kind of an ass.
Logan began to sing, a lilting tune I didn't recognize. At first I wondered if we'd seen the band in concert together or had listened to it on one of our first dates.
Then he reached the chorus, and the words were us.
All my insecurities, all his excesses, all the ways we fought and pushed and pulled. And how it all didn't matter. Those things that tore us apart were no match for forever.
...
I'd been so wrong about us. If he'd lived, we would've been happy. Not every day, but over the span of time that made up forever.
But he hadn't lived.
...
We had lost forever.
My pulse sped up at the thought of him and Becca wet and nearly naked.
"Nothing happened beyond a bit of soaking." He tilted his head. "Well, no' between us. Some of the others, I could tell you stories."
"Stories about who?"
"Ah no, you won't get that for free. You have to be nice to me for two minutes straight."
"I am nice to you."
"I mean, really nice." He nudged my knee with his foot."Father Christmas might call it naughty, but he's a filthy old bugger.
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