He tucked his hands behind his head and stretched a leg across the grass. The simple movements spurred memories within her, each one resurfacing in delicate coils of heat. Although there was no mistaking the man he’d grown into, there was a boyish quality in his expression which persisted, making her feel the kind of wild freedom that went along with the days they spent together. It awakened the part of her that needed him—a piece of her soul fed by the endless possibilities and boundless joys of a new love.
Emma sighed, a quiet sadness she kept to herself. If only the world hadn’t stolen her innocence before Noah had the chance, how different her life would have been.
–from HAWTHORNE (mystery / romance), a charity novella with all proceeds donated to Japan disaster relief.
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