Breathing Into You

Breathing Into You

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 15, 2015
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There are things that make you and there are others that break you. Nathan didn't just break me, he wrecked me from the inside out and I was a willing participant. He was the anchor holding me steady and life was the sea drowning me whole. When I walked into my class that Monday morning my heart almost crawled up my throat. He was there. Writing 'Mr. Blackwell' across the dry erase board. This couldn't be happening. The guy who I opened myself to for two weeks was my new teacher. When he saw me standing by the door, he met my chocked face with a frown. When who I was sank in his eyes instantly hardened. It was over before it even started. But what if we weren't able to hold back? I should've known. From the beginning his curiosity should've been a sign, however the truths that was unveiled didn't only break me, it destroyed my life. Morals will be questioned and hearts won't be chained down. This is a thrilling story about heartbreak, impossibility, loss and love.
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My whole life is 'have to.' I have to work full-time to pay the bills and keep food on the table. I have to finish college for a chance at a better job, no matter how long it takes. I have to manage my mom's sobriety so I can keep her out of jail. I have to keep a smile on my face, so no one knows how hard it's been. Now, I have to ignore the curious feelings that flutter in my chest whenever my devastatingly handsome new English professor, Fitzwilliam Benedict, is nearby. Of course, that's kind of impossible because I have to face his storm-tossed eyes and broad shoulders in class every other evening if I want to graduate with my perfect grade-point intact. And it's getting harder to ignore the way his thoughtful gaze sees all the way down to the truth I don't want anyone to know. Our kismet connection is a major complication that could torpedo everything I've worked for...Or this could be the most valuable lesson, ever. 📚🎓 Just a heads up that this isn't fully edited (yet), so you may notice typos or spelling errors! I'm doing my bets (I hope at least some of you got that joke!!) to correct as I go...but you know how it goes, when you get on a roll you sometimes miss things 🙃

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