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Thursday, May 25, 2006

What Did She Say Next?

April wanted to know what my heroine said after my poor now non-virgin hero poured his heart out to her.

Let me point this out - Janie's confused. And stubborn. And a little defensive. She doesn't think she's worthy of him. She's afraid of getting hurt, because she's been hurt in the past. She knows she's not the type of woman he envisioned himself being with, and truthfully, she's right. But to him, that doesn't matter anymore.

Cos he's in LOOOVE. (that's for Julie)

Can you tell I'm having fun figuring out how to link people in my blogs? Ha ha ha.

Anyway, here's an excerpt. I'm feelin' brave today, sharing my writing with you. A little disappointed that I didn't place in the Blaze pitch contest, but that's okay. I'm certainly not giving up. I love writing too much to do that!

“I - I think you're confusing all of these emotions you're feeling after we had sex for something more than what they really are.” She couldn't help it, she took a couple of steps forward until she was in front of him, stopping his incessant pacing. “What happened between us was better than nice, you know that,” she said softly. “But nothing else can come out of it. We agreed going into this it would just be a fling. What happened between us was temporary, experimental. Friends helping each other out, so to speak.”

Ray reached out and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her flush against him. She gasped at the feel of his body next to hers. “The problem is after we made love I didn't want it to end. And what’s happened these last few weeks certainly didn't feel temporary to me. There’s something between us, and you can go ahead and deny it all you want, but I felt it. I think you felt it, too.”

“Let go of me,” she whispered and realized her voice was trembling. She couldn't take him touching her. She already felt as if she could shatter into a million tiny pieces, and his big warm hands pressing into her skin were about to push her straight over the edge.

“No.” He placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up gently to look at him. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me. Then I'll let you go.”

She stared up at him. Willed herself to hide the emotion from her face and eyes, a skill she was rather good at after all of those years modeling. At least something came out of it, she thought wryly. “You're my friend, Ray. That's it, that's all we can be. That's all I want.”

“You're a liar,” he whispered, and then he kissed her.