Healing Through Blooms

Healing Through Blooms

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 1, 2024
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The backyard was buzzing with activity. Trish, sporting miniature overalls and a bright pink watering can, was giggling as she chased butterflies around a patch of newly planted lavender. Megan, kneeling by a flowerbed, turned to smile at Lindsay, who stood a bit apart, a half-finished cup of tea in her hand. "Looks like someone's enjoying herself," Megan said, her voice warm. "She adores it," Lindsay replied, a wistful smile touching her lips. "Lena always said a garden is a child's first playground." Megan watched as Trish carefully watered a tomato plant, the image overlapping with a fading memory of a younger Lindsay, her hands lovingly tending to rose bushes. Perhaps there had always been more to her than the socialite persona. "Would you like to help?" she offered, gesturing towards the open seed packets. "It's good for fine motor skills." Lindsay hesitated for a moment before nodding. As she knelt next to Megan, their shoulders brushed. A surge of warmth, unexpected and unwelcome, shot through Megan. She glanced at Lindsay, finding her cheeks flushed, a lock of hair falling across her face. Megan reached out, gently tucking the strand behind Lindsay's ear. Their eyes met, and for an electrifying moment, time seemed to stand still.
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After some rustling inside the bathroom, the door finally opens and I almost drop the clothes I'm holding. Kameron only has a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water dripping from his hair, down his chest, and disappearing underneath his towel. I try not to follow the path of one of the drops of water. It takes all of my self-control to look him in the eyes and no where else. I have a boyfriend. Austin. Remember him? "What do you what?" His voice is somehow even hotter. It's matured now. It's deep and a bit rough. "What does it look like? I need to shower." I say back, gesturing with the clothes I'm holding. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?" "I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't have a set bedtime." I narrow my eyes at him. He's always treated me like I'm his best friend's annoying little sister. "Yeah, I can tell." He suddenly says, suggestively running his eyes down my body. I try not to shiver from the feel of his eyes on me. I clear my throat to get his eyes back to mine. "You can move now." "Oh, can I?" He raises an eyebrow and I glare at him in return. "Relax, little girl, I'm messing with you." He rolls his eyes before walking past me. I can smell the scent of his body soap on him. Fresh, clean, and earthy with a hint of spice. I can't help but glance behind me and watch him go into his room. I can already tell this vacation is going to be a disaster. -Not revised yet, may be spelling errors & mistypes -Also on Inkitt -Dual POV

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