Salty Limes

Salty Limes

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Wild cinnamon brown curls. Curious eyes and a quirky smile. Ripped jeans and band shirts. Mixed patterns and strange colors. Brief moments of strength. Kar White. Whose name during role call makes all the teachers laugh (White car, ha ha). Whose father thought the name Kara was "too girly". Who dreams without sleeping. Who has a fiery temper and a messy past with a careless boy. *** When Kar comes back to her hometown, San Diego, California, after basically a year of vacation in the "City of Love", Paris France, she never expects her old life and high school to come and hit her smack dab in the nose, demanding answers. It's tough to keep sight of who you are and what you want for yourself when surrounded by people who live, eat and breath society's acceptance, and are willing to do whatever is asked to obtain it. But the young are meant to be united and strong. Brake through the surface, and own your life. You've only got one.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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