Thursday, February 5, 2009

a piece of The Center of Our Universe

I wrote this just now. And I love it. So I'm sharing. I feel good about this chapter.

“It’s too much. Meet me at The Pearl in five minutes.” As he stepped ahead of me, he turned, walking backward, his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, worn thin from years of wear and abuse, the edges frayed from a long ago bonfire Harper thought it would be funny to throw it into, and flashed that smirk, those beautiful green eyes shining back at me. I couldn’t help but obey his every word.

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