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pered. "It's

iled over mine, leaving little circle eights

. I couldn't look at him, but I didn't move away.

at the edge of the cliff, the su

o with you." I said hating how m

to fight for," he said, gripping my chin and turning me to face him. "Not caring about

s. Simpler times. My body remembered those lost hours. But my heart snagged on the rips he'd add

ot caring how harsh I sounded. He deserved

nce more. He didn't take my anger seriously. I never

you d

ewly single. There was nothing like a Lubbock sunset. Streaks of pink and orange and gold painted the s

incredible painter, full of life and color. Then, I'd grown up. I'd realized bright colors were for other people, and shad

look about you,

ow me would look like on paper that I had

ked my brows furr

like one of your French girl

showed you my drawings."

id rolling his eyes at me. He

e who, one, have any talent and, two, are professionals. I sometimes dra

ked eyebrows raised, a

said shrugg

th triumph. "I thought

eyes. "How did

things," he said,

hat an arrog

ver, J

ts and raw emotions and crashing waves and crinkled eyes from laughter and big heaving clouds. I sp

right

ht and reveled in the

t was wit

was companionable.It was surprisingly comfortable and nice.I'd forgotten how easy it was to b

or touching me after just telling him not to, but I didn't. Sometimes, it was easier. I'd just gone th

ss. R

nn

and sighed in fru

uck. Habi

here you with you?" I as

efore threading through my l

stly,

e a whole other reason for being here than my body. My body wanted another taste. M

ck, that face and those eyes and that mouth. Possessive and commanding. E

fore he pressed forward and s

d water, but our bodies were another story. We