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The Lost Word – Chapter 7
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Just when she was about to nod off again, the next thing hit her and she realised her neck felt a little weird. She raised her hand, trying to adjust her pillows and then suddenly she was torn out of her sleep by loud laughter close to her. She drowsily opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by a whole group of people who were all starring at her. Why…? She looked down on her hand and realised just why – she had grabbed one of Paige’s breasts in her sleep and was still holding on to it.
She quickly retracted her hand and felt her cheeks warm, that didn’t happen a lot to Shane McCutcheon. A few seconds later she too burst out laughing, looking apologetically at Paige. “I’m sorry about that… I’m not sure I should be leaning on you though. Seriously, I thought it was my pillow…”
When she had said those last few words, she realised that probably wasn’t the best thing to say either. "I mean…" she started but she couldn’t get another word out, she was laughing so hard her ribs felt like they were gonna kill her but she still couldn’t stop. "I’m sorry."
Dr. Charlene Wilson
Dr. Wilson’s laugh was sudden and loud and… girlish. She couldn’t help it, she laughed and laughed until she felt tears welling in her eyes.
"I’m sorry, Shane," she said. She was very earnest and genuinely apologetic, but still the corners of her mouth were turning up.
"I’m sorry, really. I just needed a laugh." And she laughed some more. Suddenly her back didn’t hurt so badly.
Jenny Schecter
It wasn’t easy to remain calm when the person you were trying to communicate with didn’t want to say anything. Of course, Jenny didn’t know the specifics of this woman, which was why she managed to keep her senses instead of downright screaming. A sigh resounded as she stood and crooked her fingers just underneath her chin in thought. Maybe she didn’t want to be helped. Or maybe she couldn’t speak or understand English. There were plenty of options to choose from as to why this woman didn’t say anything back to the ebony-haired female.
"What to do…" she muttered lowly to herself as her icy blue gaze shifted towards the two beautiful Latina women. The interaction between them was subtle, and the fact that Papi was definitely a charmer made Jenny feel a little nervous. Carmen and Papi obviously knew each other…she could feel the emotions between the both of them. Again her cheeks flared with crimson life as her eyes narrowed at the sight, the green-eyed monster known as jealousy was seemingly peeking out to say hello.
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