But what about those authors who live on the edge? Who think, nay KNOW, that they could pull material from the MIDDLE of their novel to tease prospective readers' palates? Especially those of you who enjoy snappy, witty dialogue with a magical, mystical twist. Well, fasten your seatbelts.
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| Our jaws hurt from all that smiling. It's just not natural. |
She rolled over onto her back and
held the phone up above her face with two hands. Want to see you? A warm frizzle of excitement ran through her. That sounded promising. She rolled back over and texted back.
Cat: I’m home now.
His response came almost
immediately.
Devin: What you
doing?
Cat: Waiting for you
to want to see me.
There was a pause, probably only a
minute or so, where Cat wished there was a recall button. Why would she say something like that? What kind of girl was she turning into?
Devin: Oh, I want to
see you. All of you.
Her insides felt as if she had
swigged liquor, warm pooling in places newly awakened. Her phone pinged another message.
Devin: What are you
wearing?
She looked down at her comfies and
typed.
Cat: Silk pajamas,
matching undies. Just took a hot bath.
Devin: What color?
Cat: What color do
you wish they were?
Devin: You’re killing
me. I can only imagine how soft they
feel.
Cat: Come on over and
feel it yourself.
Devin: I’ve been in
your driveway. Open the door.
Cat sat straight up. Her hair pins had started falling out as she
had rolled around on the bed. Her yoga
pants had crept up; her thick socks had pulled down, making her feet look
twenty inches long. She heard his soft
knock on the door.
Oh, crap.
Silk pajamas? Not even close. This is what happened to dishonest people,
she thought, as she ran into the bathroom, yanking the blackhead strips from
her nose, wincing in pain. She grabbed
her robe, cupped her hand and smelled her breath.
Oh, yes, so sexy, she thought,
running downstairs. She hoped Devin
could take a joke.
She ran back into the bedroom,
slipping a bit on the wood floor, grabbed her phone and started down the
stairs. Should she tell him she wasn’t
ready? Take some time to look a little
more, well, presentable?
She could hear his gentle knock and
texted.
Cat: Costume
change. Be there in a moment.
Costume change? Ugh.
For someone who liked to be in control of things, this did not feel like
control. At all. A hair pin tinked as it fell onto the floor.
Standing in front of her door, she
looked down at herself. Well, at least
the hot bath was true. Putting her hand
on the doorknob, she began to turn it.
Then stopped.
Magic.
Laughing, she closed her eyes, imagined what she wanted to look like and focused.
Want to read more? Of course you do. What did she change into? What was she wearing when she finally opened the door for Devin?
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| You know you want to. |
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