This is from my New Adult contemporary WIP (work in progress) coming out later this year:
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I didn’t know how to face Levi, so I never did. And now here I am, living in the room next to his, trying to ignore all the things that come up between us. Like my scar.
And Charity.
And the magnetic heat that
magically appears whenever we're near one another…
Yeah. Lots of ignoring going on.
I finish showering and wrap a towel around my body before stepping into the hallway. Levi walks out of his room and our eyes meet.
At
first it’s really uncomfortable.
Like, Oh crap, I was hoping to avoid you for the rest of my life.
And then it’s normal.
Like, Hello, old friend whom I grew up with and trust with my life.
And then it’s dangerous.
Like, Can I help you out of your towel and slip you into something more
comfortable? Like my bed, perhaps?
His gaze strays from my face to my barely-covered body and, for a moment, the past doesn't exist. The pain. The only thing standing between us is the sexual tension filling up the hallway and dammit if it doesn't feel good to forget.
But then our eyes meet again and the corridor crowds with memories and guilt.
He stomps down the stairs as I stand barefoot and damp by the bathroom door, wondering if we'll ever be okay again. We're broken--we're completely broken--and it's all my fault.
He stomps down the stairs as I stand barefoot and damp by the bathroom door, wondering if we'll ever be okay again. We're broken--we're completely broken--and it's all my fault.
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Thanks for reading, guys. Have a great week! :)
Oh my god that sounds awesome! Can't wait to read it!