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This snippet comes from my WIP, Swashbuckler.
“Of course, I have fallen for you, and that’s the problem.” Rodger’s voice had dropped, the smile now completely gone. He still held her gaze, serious and searching. Rachel looked away, afraid he would see the hope that was impossible for her to hide. He absently took a strand of her hair. His fingers grazed the side of her cheek and he leaned closer.
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Fast forward from last week’s scene on the beach to happy hour at a local bar. Rachel and her co-workers are there, including Adam. Shannon is also there, a woman who has a history with Adam. She’s just asked Rachel if she has ever been in love.
“And then there’s Adam here,” Shannon said. Rachel winced. It was like watching a car crash, knowing it was coming but being unable to stop it from happening. “The man who has never given his heart to anyone.” Shannon paused, talking a swig of her beer–she was not smiling.
“Not true,” Adam said softly.
Welcome back to the beach with Rachel and Adam. This is their first kiss. . .
And then he kissed her. It was soft, slow, tentative, despite the implied promise of his words. Rachel immediately felt a soothing warmth travel through her body and she heard her voice murmur yes as Adam grabbed her arms, pulling her body closer to his. She wrapped her relieved arms around him.
Finally she would forget about Rodger.
Last week was so much fun. Loved reading responses to the six sentences–interesting how words out of context can have a completely different meaning than what’s intended. However, the feedback made me reevaluate Adam’s role in Swashbuckler (my WIP). As a result, I think he’ll be a richer character than I first wrote him. Thank you!
We start where we left off last week with Rachel and Adam on an ocean beach.
He had taken a jog down the beach–his hands were on his hips, and he was breathing heavily.
“Not since I was twelve,” she answered, smiling up at him.
He plopped down beside her and began sifting sand through his hands onto his legs. They sat in silence, Rachel watching the surf. There were little white birds, dancing in unison down the beach, in and out of the waves. As they got closer she heard them, just over the sounds of the surf, making little burring noises, almost like a cat purring.
Thank you for stopping by and for sharing your feedback week after week. Today’s contribution is from Swashbuckler, my WIP. Next week I’ll give some hints as to who Adam is (’cause he certainly isn’t Rodger!).
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Rachel was exactly where she wanted to be. She burrowed her toes deeper into the sand. It was warm on the top but quickly got cooler the deeper she dug. An inch further and the sand was damp. Her toes wriggled back and forth until they were covered up to her ankles–her hands started packing the sand down, smoothing the dark bits until there were no cracks.
“Have you ever been completely buried?” Adam asked, his shadow falling over her.