Breathless
Authors: Heidi McLaughlin,Emily Snow,Tijan,K.A. Robinson,Crystal Spears,Ilsa Madden-Mills,Kahlen Aymes,Jessica Wood,Sarah Dosher,Skyla Madi,Aleatha Romig,J.S. Cooper
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Contents
Contents
Bonus Scene: Snapshot of the Future
A PEEK BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES
Breathless
An Anthology
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Copyright © 2013 By Sarah Dosher
Copyright © 2014 By Emily Snow Books
Copyright © 2014 By Ilsa Madden-Mills
Copyright © 2014 By Skyla Madi
Copyright © 2014 By Aleatha Romig
Copyright © 2014 By J.S Cooper
Copyright © 2014 By Heidi McLaughlin
Copyright © 2013 By Tijan Meyer
Copyright © 2013 By Jessica Wood
Copyright © 2014 By Kahlen Aymes
Copyright © 2013 By K.A. Robinson
Copyright © 2014 Crystal Spears
Full Novel to Release Early 2015
Eyes are the window
The first day I saw you was like any other day, but I knew my life had changed. I could feel it in the pounding of my heart and the quivers that ran up my spine, inside I’d never be the same.
Long and lean, I thought your body was a perfect mix of youth and experience. So did every other female that crossed your path; I saw them as their eyes lingered just a little too long. Your hips were resting against the corner of the broken and worn table in the food court. I was there awaiting my release for good behavior from the slummy job my parents made me take and you were the first interesting thing I’d seen all summer. You were holding a clear plastic cup from some nearby eatery that had been handing out samples of their most recent flavored water concoction. I watched with bated breath as your lips lightly touched the rim of the cup and you swallowed in one huge gulp. I could almost see the trail of cool liquid as it chilled you all the way to your toes. You crunched the cup and did your best impression of a buzzer-beating hook shot right into a trash bin on the other side of the table. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up as you celebrated your two points. My fingers curled under and pressed tightly into my tender palms to keep from cheering you on or maybe even challenging you to a little one on one. I was just good enough to be a real threat to a guy like you on the basketball court – just past your prime and probably a couple steps slower than you once were and therefore a prime target for defeat.
You lazily took in the surroundings, your eyes finally landing on me and then never wavering. Icy blue eyes pierced through me like a predator who had caught scent of his prey. It unnerved me, made every ounce of air in my lungs flee in one quick whoosh. I told myself that blue eyes were my favorite, since a child I’d always thought they were the most trusting of eyes. A clear escape into pure honesty is how they’d always felt to me. Yet, with one look your eyes begged for something from me, something I didn’t understand. Your eyes confused me, filled with me calmness and jitters all at the same time. A loud scream from an errant mall shopper drew my attention; I turned for a single second and when I looked back, you were gone. I wondered if I’d ever see you again, I wanted to see you again.
All it took was one glance from you and I was already hooked. I thought about you nonstop from then on, always dreaming about what your voice might sound like, what your name was, what you smelled like, even how soft your skin would feel against my cheek. Didn’t take long for my yearning teenage mind to form you into the man of my dreams – all from one glance.
You kept appearing, always on the outskirts of my vision, but always present. A constant figure that lingered around me at all times. I grew accustom to your presence, even longed for it. Which I’m sure was part of your well laid out plan. At the time, my immature heart thought it was fate, but it was just you, wasn’t it? Every time my day was going bad, there you were to console me with a simple smile or some other menial gesture that made my heart flutter. You never spoke a word; you didn’t need anything besides your sly presence to draw me in.
It’s a dangerous thing, when someone sees you, truly sees you for how you wish you were. That’s what I felt in you and your constant nearness; always close enough we felt each other’s presence. Eyes trading glances back and forth, doing a dance I didn’t understand but was innate within me.
Finally, you struck when you knew I’d be at my most vulnerable. When you knew you had me exactly where you needed me. You appeared that last night when I’d stayed late to meet some friends for a movie. No one showed up to eat, so I got my own personal pepperoni and black olive pizza then found an empty table outside, far away from all the mall traffic. I knew you were there; I’d seen you several times that day and I hoped against hope that you’d finally approach me.