Writing, Writing, Writing
Life is starting to get back to normal after the tornado hit my mother's house. She's in temporary housing and has a new car. The next step is for her to decide where she wants to live.
In the meantime, I'M BACK TO WRITING!! :-) And it feels so good. Stopping my writing for three weeks threw me off a bit and it's taken a little while to get back into the head space of my characters and their love story.
Yesterday, I wrote about three thousand words and I really felt like things are coming back. I'm so excited to be writing again! And because words are coming, I want to get back to it. Before I do, here's a little something for you...
I slide my hand from resting on his shoulder up to his neck, pressing my fingers in slightly. Responding, he lowers his head, placing his warm, whiskey-laced lips on mine. God, I forgot what this feels like. All my thoughts are gone. All I can do is feel. I feel everything. I feel the heat of his skin touching mine. I feel the unhurried, hypnotizing circles of his tongue around mine. I feel the ache of desire I banished three years ago. I’m completely lost in him.
The song ends and we part our lips and bodies. What the f*ck did I just do?
“I — I have to go.” Guilt stings my stomach. I dash to the bar and grab my clutch, passing by him on my way to the door.
He grabs my hand. “Candi, wait,” he says gently, almost pained.
I look down at our hands. Acid rolls around inside me. “I’m, I’m sorry. I have to go.” Withdrawing my hand, I walk quickly to the elevator. Frantically, I press the button, looking up at the lighted numbers. My pulse races. It’s taking too long. I head to the stairs and start running up them, which isn’t a great idea in this dress and these heels.
A few flights up, I hold onto the railing and turn myself around, sitting down on a step. Panting, clutching my chest, I grab Dom’s ring around my neck as tears spill down my face. “I’m so sorry, Dom,” I whisper to no one.
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In the meantime, I'M BACK TO WRITING!! :-) And it feels so good. Stopping my writing for three weeks threw me off a bit and it's taken a little while to get back into the head space of my characters and their love story.
Yesterday, I wrote about three thousand words and I really felt like things are coming back. I'm so excited to be writing again! And because words are coming, I want to get back to it. Before I do, here's a little something for you...
I slide my hand from resting on his shoulder up to his neck, pressing my fingers in slightly. Responding, he lowers his head, placing his warm, whiskey-laced lips on mine. God, I forgot what this feels like. All my thoughts are gone. All I can do is feel. I feel everything. I feel the heat of his skin touching mine. I feel the unhurried, hypnotizing circles of his tongue around mine. I feel the ache of desire I banished three years ago. I’m completely lost in him.
The song ends and we part our lips and bodies. What the f*ck did I just do?
“I — I have to go.” Guilt stings my stomach. I dash to the bar and grab my clutch, passing by him on my way to the door.
He grabs my hand. “Candi, wait,” he says gently, almost pained.
I look down at our hands. Acid rolls around inside me. “I’m, I’m sorry. I have to go.” Withdrawing my hand, I walk quickly to the elevator. Frantically, I press the button, looking up at the lighted numbers. My pulse races. It’s taking too long. I head to the stairs and start running up them, which isn’t a great idea in this dress and these heels.
A few flights up, I hold onto the railing and turn myself around, sitting down on a step. Panting, clutching my chest, I grab Dom’s ring around my neck as tears spill down my face. “I’m so sorry, Dom,” I whisper to no one.
For more sneak peeks and free chapters, come join my newsletter at www.DebbieCromack.com. :-)
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