Lauren Gilley

He was the kind of man you didn__ notice at first_but then found yourself staring. There was something_something she__ never been able to put her finger on_that inspired a double, triple, quadruple look. He was forever lurking in corners with a cigarette, and seemed to draw her eyes anyway. She didn__ know if she liked him, wasn__ sure if she trusted him, and definitely was afraid _ a little bit _ of his eyes.

He felt her heartbeat against his shoulder, through his jacket, light as raindrops.

She'd put her teeth in his heart, long ago, and he'd left the print there, evidence that he wanted her love. That he returned it.

You can__ love anything properly from a distance.

I was afraid,_ she said, __nd I wanted to hear your voice.

They__ dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn__ remember half of what they__ said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.

So anyway. If I let Corey take me out again, he__ got this buddy _ Kyle maybe? Dunno _ anyway, he__ single. Maybe you could come along and we could go doubles.__isa thought being involved in a shop class accident sounded more fun, but she managed a somewhat pleasant expression, or so she hoped. __sn__ Kyle the one who spent a week in ICU after he tried to jump over a UPS truck with his bike?___ think so. Why?__isa sighed. __f I have to explain it_