conversations
The sound of a voice rumbling through the phone lines shouldn’t send such heat curling through my body. Yet it does, distractingly so. I suddenly realized that he’d said something, and sifted through the echos in my mind to find the question.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I finally answered, realizing that the topic had shifted back to our earlier conversation. ”I’m sure he won’t come back since I borrowed Lola.” I reached down and patted the massive body at my feet affectionately. Ears pricking up at her name, she grinned and rolled over, paws in the air, tail thumping on the ground.
“If you’re sure…” He still sounded uncertain. I tried to quell the thrills that ran through me at his protective streak.
“I’m certain. I might take you up on the offer another time, though,” I warned teasingly.
Forbidden
Ever have those cravings? The untouchable, the unattainable, the forbidden… I tend to sympathize with the character of Eve more than curse her, because I would probably do the same thing.
With some people, you have an instant camaraderie, as if sliding on an old shoe that hugs your foot perfectly. And with a precious few, there is a spark, the faintest tinge of electricity arcing between you, and you’re almost afraid to touch lest you accidentally set your surroundings on fire.
But realistically speaking… how often does that actually happen?
