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Excerpt from Ghosts of Lost Summers by T.E. Hodden
“How many beers did you have?” I asked.
“Not enough to make that mistake,” she sighed. “Good night Bunny.”
“Good night Alice.”
She got out the car, and looked back as she reached the door. She wore a smile I hadn’t seen before. She stopped and walked back to the car, holding up a hand to stop me driving off. She pulled open the car door, and leant over me.
“Alice?” I asked, my throat feeling like it was made out thorns, my heart running so fast I felt weightless.
“You aren’t the mistake.” She wouldn’t look in my eyes. “You didn’t think I meant that?”
“I don’t think you meant that, but I think I would be a mistake.”
“No.” She held up her finger. “No. The kiss… the moment… would have been the mistake. I said it wrong. You will make the right woman very, very, happy, with a kiss like that. You would make me happy, but right now it would be a mistake. I know it’s a mistake for you. I know what you drag out of bed with you every morning. I carry it too. It would be. I know Phil was a while ago, and he has moved on, and he has Taylor now, but… I’m not ready for this. A date? I could do a date, dates are silly, and fun, and even when they go wild, it’s…with somebody I could happily walk away from and never have to see. But, this? A moment like this, with a good friend? A trusted friend? I… don’t want to walk away from you. This would be a mistake.”
“I know.” I stroked her cheek.
“Do I have to say sorry?” She muttered.
“I knew what you meant.” I smiled. “I appreciate it.”
“You do?” Her smile blossomed with relief. It was like a summer day dawning behind her eyes.
“Okay.” She kissed my forehead. “Good night Bunny.”
“Goodnight Alice.” I let her slip away.
When she was back in the building, I could breathe. I gripped the wheel and screwed my eyes closed, and concentrated on breathing, on not letting my heart punch its way out of my chest. I begged my hormones to stop flooding my veins, my flesh to stand down from the precipice of hunger, and for primordial, instinctual, bits of my brain to stop imagining all the wonders that might have resulted if only our lips had brushed together, and my hand had found the small of her back, to hold her to me, to welcome her.
All those little thoughts, all those little whispers to myself I had been burying deep and locking away bubbled up to the surface.
“No. No. No.” I chided myself. “That is not… I can’t… I shouldn’t…”
Those were true.
“I don’t,” I told myself, knowing it was a lie. “She’s just a friend. It’s all I want.”
I didn’t need to see Hannah to know she was painfully, keenly, aware of the lies I told myself.
What’s Inside the Anthology
There are FOUR stories from FOUR different authors with unique style and voice.
Second Chance Summer by Lily Carlyle
Escorts for Hire – Heartaches for Free by Deryn Pittar
You’re sure to find one summer romance to lose yourself in. And maybe you’ll discover a new author to love.
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