...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade.
The girls' voices rustle in her head. Their clamoring pushes out all rational thought. She rolls up her sleeve.
The bite of the blade kills the noise. It wipes out the memory of those staring faces. Willow looks at her arm, at the life springing from her. Tiny pinpricks of red that blossom into giant peonies.
It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.
Julia HobanMots clés willow guy julia-hoban julia-hoban-willow
I need a Kleenex.” She sniffs.
Guy disengages his hands from hers, takes the hem of his
sweatshirt, and wipes her nose with it.
“That’s romantic,” she says, embarrassed.
“Well, it is sort of, because I wouldn’t do it for anybody else
in the world.
Mots clés scared willow guy julia hoban
After a long time, I cleared my throat. “So anyway, when we get to Nevada...I think we should rethink your
dad’s rule.”
Alex glanced down at me and smiled – the first real smile I’d seen on his face in a long time. “You know
what? It’s already been rethought and completely ditched,” he said. And he wrapped his arms around me
and we stood looking up at the mountains, with the rising rays of the sun lighting them from the east.
This is the ultimate bad-boy date, isn't it? Breaking into a different country."
"Hey, it makes a change from hot-wiring cars together."
"Been there, done that....Alex seriously, are you sure no one's going to shoot us?
Mots clés alex willow angel-fire
Her brother is crying, he is wretched and broken. Though his sobs are barely audible, he is weeping with absolute and total abandon. Such a naked display of emotion is both alarming and frightening.
Julia HobanMots clés willow
Querida, it's alright," he said. "No one has hurt me in years."
"Hey, you're supposed to be my brother," I said, trying to joke. "Brother's don't hold their sisters' hands or call them querida."
Seb smiled, his hazel eyes starting to dance. "Yes, they do," he said. "This happens all the time."
"Well I guess things are different in Mexico then," I said. "Because in America, no way. And I'm an American."
"But you're in Mexico now," he pointed out.
"Right. And you're saying here, boys holds hands with their sisters and call them sweetheart."
"Oh yes. We're very friendly, we Mexicans.
Mots clés willow seb la-weatherly querida
Hey, you've got the girl, I've got the picture. That's fair, right?
L.A. WeatherlyAlex grabbed our things from the bike and bought them inside; then he fastened the tent closed, securing us in.
"Come here, babe, I'll keep you warm.
Mots clés angel alex willow angel-fire
What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy.
Hiroko SakaiMots clés life strength japanese flexibility willow
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