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    The Burning Wheel. 2

     

     

     

    Well the movie haunted me. Like everything else. It made me darker it made me not talk to people. I passed my tests. I said what I was supposed to say. But underneath it all something was growing…..something.

     

     

     

    Dana and I drifted apart during that time. Mainly because I couldn’t look at her without thinking about her naked against me. I would excuse myself from dinner. I wouldn’t go out for family night. I wouldn’t talk to her unless Alice was around. One night her folks, my adoptive folks went out to a major dinner party at Bette Porter’s house and we where left to our own devices. We where 15 so they trusted us. And on this night Dana came into my room and flat out asked me what the fuck was going on?

     

     

     

    I didn’t answer her. I was lying on my bed reading a book. I put the book down as soon as I heard her footsteps on the wooden floor. When she walked in I was staring at the picture of the waves crashing on some random beach that I tacked to my ceiling. She sat next to me in bed. Her body resonating some unknown heat. Her hair loose the way I liked it the most. I was reading this enticing book about the lives of this great southern family of witches. The book was banned but I had my ways. She took the book out of my hands and it forced me to look at her.

     

     

     

     

    “Why won’t you talk to me anymore?”

     

     

     

    “I talk to you everyday.”

     

     

     

    “No Shane you don’t….you don’t talk to me unless you have to….did I do something to make you hate me?”

     

     

     

    “……I don’t hate you…..I couldn’t hate you even if I tried.”

     

     

     

    “So what’s up…you’ve been like this for months?”

     

     

     

     

    “I don’t want to talk about it Danes….”

     

     

     

     

    “Ok……fine….have it your way.”

     

     

     

     

    I wounded her. She got up really fast and I caught her hand before she turned away. She pulled me up to meet her eyes. We where so close so very close. Her nose touched mine. She ran her fingers along my face and she kissed me. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. So she kissed me again fuller, her tongue playing with mine. We fell on my bed and we kept falling every time her parents….my parents left…….

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    1. “Starling” complex ? TV Sky ? Mmm… Loving that story, brings to mind a lot of sci-fi greats especially with the reconstruction of society. I can’t wait for the next chapter, I like that Shane’s all cocky smitten at the same time, charming stuff ! * * * * *

    2. I love your stories. They’re very well written, entertaining, and super sexy. Well done. I love how you really make everyone into their own characters instead of making them all carbon copies of each other with different names. You really seem to understand what goes through their heads. I love it. I totaly get lost in it. Can’t wait for the next chapter. Also, thank you, thank you, thank you for having an amazing imagination AND good grammer! There’s nothing worse than a story with good potential but bad grammer.

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