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Beauty in Strength

Beauty in Strength

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Aug 30, 2019
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Him. The brown eyes that burst with joy whenever he saw me, his long arms with those sexy veins that popped out, especially when he gripped my waist. Those luscious lips that hid that beautiful smile that melted my heart. His tall slim frame. Him. Evan Smith Washington. Bethany sighed as she thought about her amazing boyfriend of two years. They had many ups and downs after their honeymoon of a first year, but they were still going strong. She snuggled into his varsity jacket, which gave her shield from the cold weather chilling her mid drift. Yes, they were the cliche football captain and cheer captain couple with 4.0s and a Jeep and convertible, but they rose above the stereotypes and became active in their student government, advocating for change on campus. Graduating seniors with pending full rides to several institutions, Bethany and Evan had it all. They had it all, all right, until something started happening in Bethany's life that would change the course of the relationship - hers and Evan's, and herself - forever. Bethany had to discover her true strength in a time of weakness, and the beauty that came as a result made her into a strong independent woman.
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We rounded the corner, breathless, and I saw him. There he was, just stepping out of the classroom door. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to look at something else as my heart skipped. But I couldn't help it-I stole a glance, my eyes lingering at the side of his face. Did he see me? I couldn't tell. He seemed to glance in my direction-maybe it was just my imagination. After all, I wasn't the type of girl who would catch the attention of someone like him. I wasn't even looking for that kind of attention. I wasn't interested in relationships. Not yet, anyway. I liked my freedom-no strings, no expectations. I wasn't ready to commit to someone when I was still figuring out what I wanted from life.

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