Excerpt 1 –
Ally
Like every other day this week, I sit in
the shadow of the oak trees, drinking up the site of ‘Mr. Hottie’ kicking
around the footy. He is the same guy I lost my sanity over the first day I came
to this beautiful park. Even though he is here every day, he doesn’t notice me.
Each day I get a little more confident, inching closer towards where the
shadows end, and the sunlight begins to bathe the open fields. I haven’t quite
made it into the light yet though.
His muscles flex as he runs, and the
glistening sweat on his skin lures me in. My body moves on its own accord,
slanting in his direction. I imagine his smell, all manly and salty from the
sweat, and daydream of licking the trails of it down his body with my tongue. I
breathe in deeply, but I am not near enough, and all I smell is the freshly cut
grass of the fields.
I find myself standing up, and as I step
out into the light, it jars me out of my trance. It’s too late to turn back and
hide as my shadow crosses his line of vision, and I am rooted to the spot. I am
so close I could reach out and touch him.
My heart rate spikes as he turns around. It
feels like my tongue is thick and swelling, filling my whole mouth. I know I
should stop staring and look away, but I can’t. He is gorgeous.
My eyes lock with his. They are a stunning
green, and sparkle like wet grass after a rain shower with the sun gleaming off
it. He holds my gaze, and it’s as though he is looking right into my soul. His
jaw drops in disbelief, and I feel panic bubble up inside me. Does he somehow
know my secret? No, it’s impossible. I break the connection and shake the
thought away.
*****
Theo
My mouth is hanging open in disbelief. I
have just turned around to find the most stunning woman in existence. Is she
real? Stepping closer, I can’t help but blurt, "You are the most exquisite
angel I have ever seen." I am thoroughly awestruck by her beauty.
Chocolate coloured locks flow around her face. Thick dark lashes frame her
eyes, and they are so deep and blue that I could get lost in them; when she
smiles after the compliment I gave her, they are utterly dazzling. Her lips are
full and she is biting on the bottom one, sucking it in to her mouth, and it is
driving me just a tad crazy. She looks ethereal. There’s a mysterious electricity
crackling in the air between us. My breath stills as I wait for her reply while
I continue to take her in.
She flushes a light shade of pink then
softly replies, “Thank you. My name is Ally." Her melodic voice floors me.
She sounds angelic. A faint vanilla fragrance fills my nose, making me feel a
little dizzy. Maybe I over did the whole exercise thing today.
Have I died and gone to heaven without even
knowing it happened? Did something just transpire back there on that field? I
start to turn around to see if I have left my body behind, when out of nowhere,
my brother Alex swiftly throws the football at my head and knocks some sense
into me in the process.
What the fuck was that? I just turned into
a bloody puddle of mush. I know after what I have been through that I am more
emotional than most guys, but come on, that was messed up.
I risk glancing back up at her. Shit, I’m
screwed. This chick has some kind of strange hold on me. Just standing there as
an idiot proves to be about the only thing I can do.
“Hey. I’m Alex, and this smooth talker here
is my brother, Theo.” Alex winks, and then extends his hand out, offering to
shake hers. He has a way of putting any situation back at ease.
She looks dubiously at his outstretched
hand, decides to ignore it, and shyly answers, “Hi, I’m Ally. I’m sorry to get
in the way of your football game. I was just leaving.” She looks past us into
the distance and finishes by saying, “Enjoy the rest of your game.” Then she
steps around me and hurries off.
I spin around, gaping after her as she
walks away. She stops at a young boy crying by the play structure. I didn’t
notice him at first because all my attention stayed focused solely on her.
Crouching down, she places her hand on his knee and relays what I can only assume
are soothing words because his tears dry up. I wonder where the boy’s mother
is.
Jogging over to give Ally some assistance,
I spot blood dripping from a deep cut on her knee. “Oh my god, your knee is
bleeding. Are you okay?”
She seems startled by my presence. The
young boy is looking back and forth between the two of us, his mouth wide open.
Ally seems to have the same effect on him that she did on me; maybe he thinks
she is an angel too.
Excerpt 2 -
“I
have something I need to show you.” He looks at me expectantly as I gather my
thoughts and try to work out the best way to explain.
I survey my surroundings, trying to find
something that will help do the job. Dry leaves crunch under my feet after a
summer of minimal rainstorms. Autumn colours litter the landscape as far as the
eye can see. Finally, I find what I am looking for. Although a little
shrivelled, this little flower is the one rare spot of colour and beauty
standing out against its dismal background.
“Pass me your water bottle please.” Dutifully
he passes it over, and I unscrew the top to get it ready. Already knowing the
outcome of this little experiment, I want that water available to me straight
away.
“Don’t take your eyes off the flower.” He
nods and looks to where the depleted lily is situated. Slowly raising my hand,
I crouch and move it over the petals in deliberate circles.
Tingles start travelling through my
fingertips as they heat up. A slight glow illuminates around my hands, and that
familiar blissful feeling flows through my veins. A smile creeps over my lips,
and I am enraptured as the flower comes back to life before our eyes. With no
more brown edges taking over the petals, they are now full of colour and
perfect. This never gets old to me.
Excerpt 3 -
We
rock on the porch swing, admiring the changing colours of the afternoon sky as
the sun sets. Shades of pinks, purples, and oranges decorate the horizon, and
the smile it bestows upon Ally’s face is so dazzling that it lights her up.
Curled up against my side her with feet
tucked under her, she absently draws random patterns on my bare leg with her
fingertips. She is driving me crazy. I slouch further down into the cushioned
seat of the swing and pull her tighter against me, hoping this may cause her
fingers to inch just a little higher.
I pepper little bites up and down her
exposed neck, making her squirm and giggle. I swirl my tongue around the slight
marks to soothe them. I want to eat her alive. “You taste delicious,” my voice
is husky.
She guides my hand from her waist to her breast,
and I groan. Squeezing lightly, I start to ravage her mouth with my own.
Through the thin material of her satin top, I can easily feel the effect I have
on her and trace around the hard peak with my fingers while fantasizing about
doing the exact same thing with my tongue.
Just as thoughts of how innocent she is
pinprick at the outer edges of my brain, she moans into my mouth and I come
undone. I lay back and pull her over the top of me, grinding up against her.
The bulge in my cargo shorts is hard as a rock, and it pushes stubbornly
against my zipper. The side of the swing digging into my back doesn’t even
bother me, and I have totally forgotten that we are out in the open.
Any logic that materialized earlier
concerning the need to slow things down for her sake has vanished. May God have
mercy on my soul.
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