Lightning whipped through her veins as hormones surged. She felt herself lose control. Her illusion wavered.
Pushing him away, she lurched to her feet. “I can’t…I…You…I’ve gotta go.”
“I’m sorry. Please. Don’t push me away.” He held up his hands. “I’ve wanted this. Since the moment I saw you I’ve wanted this.” He let out a big breath. “But you don’t. So I promise I won’t kiss you again. Kate. Please. Stay here with me.”
What’s wrong with you? You want him, he wants you. What’s the problem?
She shook her head.
I can’t control myself around him.
It terrified her.
“Look. I’ll keep two feet away. I heard somewhere that it’s a good distance to stay away from you.”
She couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped her lips. “Okay. Two feet.”
He doesn’t have to torture me. I’m doing that just fine on my own.
“You know. You don’t have to stay two feet away from me.” He shrugged. “In case you wanted to know.”
“It shouldn’t be a problem.”
It shouldn’t be. But it is.
She sat back on the grass, folding her legs under her. He sat almost precisely two feet away and handed her a bottle of water.
She took it, careful not to brush his hand.
“You can’t count that as breaking the rules.”
“There’s only one rule. But even I’m not that crazy.”
Or horny.
Then she thought about tossing the bottle and jumping him.
Okay, I’m that horny. But he doesn’t have to know that.
He picked a purple wildflower and offered it to her.
“Now you’re just pushing your luck.” Her heart lurched.
He leaned forward, keeping his eyes on hers. “Want to see how much I far I can push it?”
“No.”
Yes.
By Joyce
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Not enough conflict here for me — or rather, the tension of whether to touch someone or not isn’t a strong enough conflict on its own to entice me. I do like the interactions between the characters. I’m also curious about a line in the first paragraph.
“Her illusion wavered.”
It makes me wonder what she means. Illusion, like some kind of magical glamour? Or her illusion of the man, of the situation, of something else? Most curious.
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By Alicia on 03.30.09 6:24 pm | Permalink
Again, I feel the conflict because I know the story. And Alicia, you’ll love how her Illusion wavered.
She can change her appearance at will, just by thinking about what she wants to look like. This boy weakens her.
I love this story.
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By Sarah on 03.31.09 11:05 am | Permalink
Wow! I can feel it. Her feelings clearly conflict with what she feels is best. Great dialogue and setup!
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By Liz on 03.31.09 6:54 pm | Permalink
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