Charlotte's Letter

Charlotte's Letter

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Twenty year old Charlotte Edwards is, as cliché as it may sound, really just your average girl. She attends the University of Western Oregon, is currently double majoring in English and History, and absolutely despises every second of it. She's broke and feels miserable 90% of the school year and has pretty much given up on all of her goals for the future. However, on what seems to be just a typical school day for Charlotte, she comes home to find her mother with a letter entitled in her name. Not even the slightest bit aware of who the sender is, Charlotte doesn't want anything to do with it...at least that's what she's been trying to tell herself. *** This story idea came to me from an entirely too realistic dream I had one night. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it, so naturally, I had to conjure up a story based on what I could remember from the dream. Hopefully you guys enjoy this story, and please, feel free to leave me comments and let me know your thoughts!
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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