School starts back tomorrow. Can you say writing time? Quiet thinking and plotting time? Or lately, editing time? Woo hoo!
Hissing as my skin throbbed with renewed heat, I gasped as the impression of male lips and teeth left their damp sting on my bare neck. Roland. Sultry whispers caressed my ears, beckoned come to me, and I was helpless to resist. Pressure from phantom fingers compelled me toward a figure coalescing in the shade of a billowing tent. Swirling tendrils of power cloaked him from passersby and elicited a shiver of recognition from me. Inclining his head, he acknowledged me, and his smile made my pulse race with the first stirrings of cold, genuine fear.
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