And that scared the holy crap outta me!Ī wine country native, K.F. He had the same questions I did-I was certain he felt the same things. He was waiting for me to come down to him. Outside, he watched, staring up at my shaded windows, just wanting me to know he was there. I flung my wet hair out of my face, pulled the sleeves of my pajamas over my hands, and glanced out the window. It was the key to that insane situation in the park. It was there, hovering around my conscious mind. Focusing on what it was I couldn’t remember. I huddled on my bed later that night with my knees pulled up to my chest. “Often Fate is struck down by dumb luck.” And even when my secret box was blasted wide open, dangers hurled at me like throwing knives, I couldn’t stop until I unraveled his true identity. He’d been right there, just beyond the light, but only I had perceived. Sucked my focus to him and then tugged at my body. It wasn’t just that he was breathtakingly handsome with perfect features. He’d been gliding down the street, unshakable confidence in every step. I collected secrets like other women collected bells afraid to fully trust lest my oddities be exposed. Large, human shaped shadows, fierce yet beautiful, melting into the darkness. I saw objects in the night where others saw emptiness.
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