Oh, my God! Heat surged to her cheeks as realization set in. She could feel her heart lurch into her throat, becoming hyper aware of the feel of his skin against hers. His arms encircled her waist, her t-shirt having risen during the night.
“No.” Tobias shook his head adamantly in refusal. “No, Samuel.”
He leaned on the island counter, his mouth drawing upwards into a large smile. “She is, isn’t she?”
“I’m not talking about this.”
“Well, if not her, then who?” Samuel gave him a pointed look, continuing with, “At least Benjamin already adores the woman.”
“I’m totally going to do some recon for you.”
Gabi knew she was going to regret telling Summer about him. Of course she was. Feeling her heart freeze in her chest, she looked up from the sketch she was working on, her eyes rounded with sheer terror. Gabi set her pencil down deliberately before glancing at the blonde who was currently lounging on her tattoo chair. “Um, no you’re not.”
Summer’s shiny pink lips curved upwards, mirth radiating from her in droves. “Yes. I’m totally doing this for you.”
She slid off of the chair, rolling her bare ivory shoulders at the panicking tattoo artist. “It’s already decided,” Summer informed her as she headed out of her work space and for the front of the parlor. Gabi could feel her heart lurch into her throat in horror.
“No, no it’s not.” Gabi rose from her own seat, trailing after her best friend. “Come on, Summer. Be reasonable.”
“It’ll be fine, I promise.” She just waved Gabi off as she reached for the door. “Besides, it’s better to know now if he’s spoken for or not. It’ll save you some hurt down the road.”
“What road! I have no intention of going down any road!”
“Hey, I take offense to that.” False hurt was laced through Waverly’s voice.
Kara shook her head, murmuring, “It’s true though.”
Waverly’s huffed, crossing her arms, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout, “I know.”
When Riona bowed over laughing from the confession, Waverly tossed a piece of popcorn at her.
Briar winced at the volume of her father’s voice as he refused to allow the family of three, with one on the way if the rounding belly of the mother was anything to go by, to stay at their inn. She hated that he was so damned narrow minded about those who were magical. It was part of the reason why she kept her own secret so close to her heart.
She discovered that she had magic herself only two summers ago, and because she was magic, she knew then that she was adopted. Neither of her parents were magic. No one in their family was either.
“Okay, so let’s have a reasonable discussion about this,” she began, knowing that in the end he didn’t have to have a reasonable anything with her. He was a dragon!
Just a small snippet from what I was working on today.
Well, so far things are going amazingly with Camp. I’ve met my goals the past three days with the assistance of my good friend, and fellow writer, Tes. As for the actual project I’m working on, I changed my mind last minute and decided to do something else. Here’s a sneak peak.
Once upon a time, Briar would have said something. She thought it was honestly disgusting that he considered people who had magic to be abominations. But nothing she ever said got through to him. In fact, the few times she voiced her disagreement, she had to sit through lengthy lectures as he tried to beat his xenophobia into her brain. But the seeds never took, even before she discovered her own magical heritage.
If anyone else is doing camp, I wish you the best. I know how hard it is. So good luck!
“Love you babe,” Katriona hid the automatic flinch when he bent down and cooed at her growing belly. “And you too, little man.”
She swallowed and gave him a smile, ignoring the pounding in her ears and the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, “We love you too.”
Just a little snippet of what I’m writing at the moment.
A Journey (still in progress) is complete and ready for publication, but I think I’m afraid to submit it. That’s probably why I’ve held off on getting it out there. Maybe after a few more days I’ll feel more comfortable, but we’ll see.
I’ve been getting a lot of writing done in part to my amazing friend, Tes. I sincerely doubt I’d have gotten back into the swing of things without her. We did a couple of timed writing sessions at her house today and it went pretty well for the both of us. Most of what I had written was dialogue but it’s better than nothing, right?
Just a little snippet of what I was working on today.
“I’m so stupid,” she griped mournfully into the pillow.
“Zo, you’re not stupid. He’s just a douche who doesn’t know a quality woman when he sees one.”
Tes and I are working on a series of short stories about fake relationships that turn into something more.