?ROSES AND THORNS?
READING AGE 16+
...HE WAS THE ONE. THE ONE WHO'D FINALLY MANAGED TO RENDER HER BRAIN USELESS, COMPLETELY DISORIENTATE HER. HE SET HER TO HER FEET, HOLDING HER UNTIL SHE WAS STEADY ENOUGH TO STAND ON HER OWN.
'YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, AND SWEET. AND WE HAVE A CERTAIN CHEMISTRY.'
'WE DO?' SHE ASKED DOUBTFULLY.
'DON'T YOU FEEL IT?' SHE BLINKED, ONCE, TWICE, THRICE. DESIRE HIT HIM WITH THE FULL FORCE OF ITS RESURGENCE. HE STEPPED FURTHER BACK BEFORE HE COULD ACT ON IT. 'WHAT'S YOUR NAME?' HE ASKED.
'OZIOMA,' SHE FOUND HERSELF SAYING.
'OZIOMA,' HE MURMURED. HE STEPPED BACK AGAIN. 'IF THIS IS FATE, WE'LL MEET AGAIN.' HE TURNED AND WENT BACK THE WAY HE HAD COME. SHE STOOD, STARING AT THE DOOR, UNABLE TO GO AFTER HIM, WILLING HIM TO COME BACK, HER BODY MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS AGAINST HERS.
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