If
he were smart, he would move away before I move him. He knows I can do it. He
knows I can throw him through the wall without even lifting a finger. Meeting
his gaze, I see that he understands the danger he is bringing upon himself.
Still, he stands his ground. There is sadness in those green eyes of his. His
eyes are usually the brightest green that sparkles like emeralds with little
gold flakes dancing in them. Taking a closer look at him, I notice his red hair
is a mess, but then again he just woke up. I was right about his shirt, it is lying
on the floor next to him. Gazing at his bare chest, I realize his shoulders are
hunched and he appears smaller than usual. I have to say, I am grateful to see
that he is not completely naked. His silk green boxer shorts are still around
his waist. Closing my eyes again, I wonder what I am about to get myself into. I
should just read his mind, yet, I just do not care anymore. Why should I fight
something that is proving to be un-fightable?
Hi Everyone! I decided to start a blog to share the sometimes crazy thoughts, plots, rants and ideas that pop into my head. From time to time, I may even throw a book review in the mix. Your feedback is always welcome and I look forward to the conversations we shall share. Welcome to Reflections from Elle. Let's talk!
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Book Snippet from BROKEN RULES!
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