Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. โWe are not,โ his voice is a gentle tremor, โbreaking up
Tammara WebberI didnโt realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. โโScuse me,โ he grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you. As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadnโt seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. โChivalry isnโt really dead, you know.
Tammara WebberI used to think of two people in love like that. Like puzzle pieces, fitting together. But it's not like that at all. Love pulls a part of you out, and it pulls a part of him - like taffy, stretching but not separating. The tendrils of each one wrap around the other, until they meld together. One, but not quite. Separate, but not quite.
Tammara WebberI watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.
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