I smile, standing and getting the whole bottle and bringing it to the bed. I put on one of his shirts as a nightshirt, leaving pants off as I climb back in bed, texting him, Your missing out on me pantless...: P
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I chuckle and roll on my stomach, glancing at the door for a second before texting back. D*mn. That's exactly what I wished for on a shooting star on my walk over too. : (
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I think, smiling, before sniffing my arm. I smell like chlorine... for some reason. I look at the door and narrow my eyes at it, wondering what Nic did to me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I put my phone on the charger before daring to crawl back in, feeling something go through my hand. Wincing, I glance down and find a wooden stake, dropping to the ground.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My hand turns to ash and I swallow, staring at the ceiling before crawling with my elbows to the bathroom, sitting on the side of the bath, I try to yank it out but find I can't.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I jump in the apartment from the bathroom window and find Rayah against the tub, one of her hands ashen with a stake sticking out of it. Swallowing, I lock the bathroom door and drop beside her, fingering the stake.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians