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Riptide
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Maybe I met him somewhere, somewhere quieter then waves and less tempting as drowning. Maybe our eye's met, like the passing road and I'd look behind me beckoning our eye's to collide again. And maybe we never meet at all. My grandma used to call fate a house of cards, and we were the powerless factors of time. Quite possibly Parker Richards changed me without my knowing, he reminded me of the existence of the moon and stars tubing in darkness, he reminded me of the patience of dark clouds and how no matter what I see I must remember the light waiting to make it's appearance behind them. And he reminded me of how I hate and loved how he speaked, soft and vile like an all knowing asshole. Most of all I liked how the thought of him never left, and a part of me I wouldn't admit is hoping he's up at night with the thought of me refusing to let him sleep.
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Sanity

Drifting through the days with her group of friends, Sammy only cared about escaping it all with the help of casual sex, drugs, and alcohol until she met Brett. He swept her away, and the werewolf world consumed her. Partying took a backseat to the passion and danger filled life as an alpha's mate took over. Suddenly she finds herself struggling with what is real. "Hello Samantha. Do you remember me?" His voice rang in my brain clear and deep. I nodded my head, shock covering my face. Noticing it he reassured me, "Don't be afraid. You know me, my voice. Listen and breathe. You are safe with me." He kept talking to me in my mind. Focusing on the voice I almost didn't realize he was sifting back into his human form. "Brett?" I questioned him aloud. "Yes." He answered simply. "We must go, follow me." "Where are we going?" "Trust me. You are safe." He held out his hand, and I broke eye contact. Looking down at his hand I noticed his naked skin. His body tensed; it was as if he could sense my attraction the instant I felt it. "I'm sorry." I said looking away as I realized I had been starring. "It isn't anything to be embarrassed about. It's an animal instinct. It's natural. Humans only suppress it because they think it's rude. It isn't." He didn't say it like he was bragging but instead with a reassuring confidence about him. "It's actually extremely attracting when a female shows arousal outright." I was shocked; he described me like a lioness in heat. Almost as if my attraction to him was a sign saying 'come get me.' It made me extremely uncomfortable.

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