..... He was touching her the way I wanted him to touch me. He was paying attention to what she had to say. He wasn't looking through her like I felt he sometimes did to me. It hurt to watch, but I couldn't pull my eyes away. My breathing had become labored. Each inhale painful, every exhale rugged. I needed some air but how was I going to get past Lincoln and out the door without him following me and asking questions? If I told him that I was having an anxiety attack he would want to take me home. I wanted to stay. I wanted to watch. To see the way he interacted with her and how it was different from our's......
This the 3rd tease from " Torn" I hope that you all like it as much as you have the others. Please leave comments and tell your friends.
New Blog Entry coming soon.
Lots of Love Literary Liz.
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