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𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀...𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳. 

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 

𝘚𝘰, 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮…𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺.   

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.   

𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳.  

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘦, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗮𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲?

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“How are you, Els?”

That was a loaded question. Between the exposure he’d subjected me to, and the sexual tension that revolved being around him, I couldn’t say what or how I was. “I’m…okay?”

His lips twitched, a glimmer of mischief glinting in his eyes. “You haven’t fainted. Or fallen asleep.”

“Nope.”

My heart hadn’t slowed one bit. It galloped, springing forward like a racehorse; it threatened to break out of its cage, pushing against my ribs. And it was desperate to reach Kyle.

From where his lips met my knuckles, I pulled his hand lower. I removed my fingers from his, wrapped them around his wrist and pressed his palm beneath my throat, in the center of my collarbone.

He swallowed. “That’s fast.”

We were practically nose to nose, the invisible bridge between our eyes growing ever shorter. Not leaving my sight, Kyle mirrored my actions, lowering his sweatshirt so I could feel his pulse.

Combustion.

“Reading for you has been the single most exciting thing I’ve done in a long while, Miss Jenkins.” He flicked his tongue out, swiping it over his lower lip. “I hope I did you proud.”

“You did much more than that.” A tear stained my cheek at the memory of him sharing my work. His deep voice relaying the story I wrote, the sincerity in it. It felt like a box of chocolates detonated inside my soul. “You made me not hate it.”

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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she's not swooning over book boyfriends, she's practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.

 

   

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