There's no need to shout. The truth is as loud at a whisper as at a scream.
Stacey JayI want to woo you with food now that I've wooed you with words, song, and the magic of my interpretive dance.
Stacey JayWhat are you doing here?" she demands.
"I--I..."
I want to touch you. I want to curl into bed beside you and see if you can teach me to dream something that wont make me wake up screaming.
Mots clés romeo
The only thing better than kissing Ariel is waiting to kiss her, those moments of delicious anticipation when I know she's about to sweep through me and empty me of everything but light and desire.
Stacey JayGod, I love you," I whisper, and come crashing back into my body with a suddenness that makes me gasp. I don't know what's more shocking--that I've called on the god I don't believe in, or that the lie I told felt so much like the truth.
Stacey JayI stay where I am, watching as she lies down on her belly and scoots under the bed beside me. I imagine how different this would feel if we were both on top of the bed instead of underneath it, how easily something childlike could grow adult possibilities.
Stacey JayMots clés romeo
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in tight, and I swear I feel my soul brush against hers. I expand beyond the boundaries of Dylan's body, out until I am the waves crashing on the beach, the sun shining in her hair, the wind that sweeps over our skin. I am everything and nothing and exist only because this girl presses her heart to mine.
Stacey JayMots clés romeo
He laughs. "Having a hard time resisting me after that dance?"
"That dance was..." I pretend great interest in my thumbs as I send the video file to my email and close the phone up.
"Irresistible? Sensuous? Seductive?"
"Nauseating?
It’s only sixteen ninety-five," I say with a flutter of my lashes.
"You’re serious."
I prop my hands on my waist and stick out a hip, striking a pose worthy of a supermodel. "Look at me. Don’t I look serious?"
She collapses into the chair outside the dressing room in a fit of giggles so cute they make my insides fizz. "No! You must be stopped," she says.
"Why?" I strut down an aisle of yellowed lingerie, swiveling my hips, batting bras with flicks of my fingers. "I will be the king of the disco. I will be—" I spin and strike another pose. "An inspiration."
She sniffs and swipes at her eyes. "The real Dylan would die before he’d be seen in public in something like that."
"The real Dylan is boring." I brace my hands on the arms of her chair and lean down until our faces are a whisper apart. "And he’s not one fourth the kisser I am."
"Is that right?" Her lips quirk.
"You know it is."
Her smile melts, and her breath comes faster. "Yeah. I do.
There's something weird about that guy," she whispers as she slips into the car, bringing an unexpected smile to my face.
Ah, Ariel. Some might say she has poor taste, but I cant help but be flattered.
Take that, knight in shining armor. This lady prefers the knave.
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