Second Chances

Second Chances

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 1, 2015
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Running away from home had never crossed Cami Brooks mind until that one weekend when everything that started off right ended in disaster. Now six years later she had agreed to return home for the summer. The only problem was she wouldn't be returning alone which meant she might have to face her greatest fear, facing the man who broke her heart and revealing a secret she kept from him all these years. Ten years ago Caiden King made a vow that he wouldn't act on his feeling toward Cami. Six years ago he found himself breaking that vow, along with her heart. After running from the only woman he's ever loved, he's finally returning home. He's prayed every day for the last six years that she can forgive him for how he left her and give him a second chance. (Cami and Caiden have been trying to tell me their story for awhile now but I've had other stories trying to come to life at the same time. I'm hoping that by posting the first chapter of their story I finally be able to write their story for them. Be aware this is a rough draft and be patient with me. Thanks!)
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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