"I love the way your hair falls over your shoulder, and into your face when you are trying to do something. And then you let out a frustrated groan, that makes me realize how much I want to hear that sound, while you are underneath me in my bed."
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BEVERLY BRANT smiled at her reflection in the mirror. It was going to be a good year. It had to be. She turned away from the mirror, and grabbed her bag beside her bed. The heel of her booties clicked as she made her way down the steps, and into the kitchen, where the strong scent of freshly brewed coffee invaded her nostrils.
Her perfectly manicured nails grabbed onto a coffee mug, as her mother walked out of the bathroom, "morning, bev."
"Morning, mom! How was work?" Beverly asked, while looking down at her mother's exhausted appearance.
Her mother sighed, "it was long. Could of been worse, however. Do you want me to take you to school?"
Beverly shook her head, as she set her mug down, "nah, I'll drive myself. You need to take a shower, because you reek. And then you need to go to bed, because it looks as if you might just fall asleep on the floor right here."
Beverly's mom smiled lazily, and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek, before dragging her body up into her room.
A sigh escaped Beverly as she watched her mother trudge up the stairs. She knew her mother loved her job. She knew being a nurse was so rewarding when she would she her patients get better, but Beverly hated seeing the toll the night shift was taking on her.
Beverly always bit her tongue, because she knew it would only upset her mother if she said something.
She walked towards the front door, and grabbed her keys from the bowl on the table. Beverly slid into her car, and checked her makeup one last time, before starting her drive to Beacon Hills High School.
