lovebugdiva2

"Chapter Seventeen:
          	A Circle of Light
          	
          	 
          	
          	Mrs. Winchester’s wisdom was like a knife, cutting through the..." http://wattpad.com/story/66922?utm_content=share_passage

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Thanks so much for the follow. I hope you get a chance to check out 'The Return'. The book is completed and I can promise you plenty of drama, heaps of romance, and even a murder await you. I might even have a few twists and turns up my sleeves ;) Enjoy!

lovebugdiva2

"The water had worked wonders, calming my nerves as I stood in its steady stream. I inhaled deeply to let the steamy shower air into my lungs. Though I was alone in Collin’s clean bathroom I didn’t feel any sense of loneliness. I knew that once I got dressed and stepped out into his hallway he’d be waiting for me. As I ran a hand through my wet hair to work out the last of the conditioner I let out a low calm breath.
          
           
          
          When we’d entered his apartment after my little blow out earlier there had been a silence that hung in the air. It wasn’t or awkward or pressing. Just a soft lack of speaking as we both looked over at each other as though we had so much to say but no words to say it. I wasn’t sure what it was that he wanted to say but I knew what I had. I wanted to apologize.
          
           
          
          I had to find a way to explain to him what was going on in my body. I had to let him know that I wasn’t usually this emotional. But no matter how many ways I worded it in my head it all sounded insane. And it was insane. Saying I had two monsters in me, contorting my feelings and emotions, trying and sometimes succeeding to control my body, sounded like something that would require psychiatric help. Had I become skitzo? Multi personality disorder? Or was I just broken?
          
           
          
          Collin knew that my body reacted poorly to vampires. Though he’d said it was unusual he’d accepted it. I knew that it puzzled him to some extent. But for my benefit he’d let the subject drop. He agreed not to pursue the answers simply because I told him I was afraid of finding them out. As he’d always done he was watching out for me.
          
           
          
          Just like when the silence had finally broken with his suggestion I climb in the shower. It would calm my nerves and help me to think about everything that had happened. Not to mention, he’d also added rather calmly, I smelled slightly of cigarette smoke. At that I’d accepted the shower and scurried into it faster than ..." http://wattpad.com/story/75013