Opposites Attract (On-Hold), Chloe Knox [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗
- Author: Chloe Knox
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my eyes, and then massaged my lips with chocolate Chap Stick…Zane’s favorite…
After going through the same routine for the tenth time, I turned to view my almost bare body. My eyes wondered over my shaking chest, down my slightly curved sides to my butt. Under my hidden cheeks, in the red silky fabric of my underwear, I saw them; the scars that my mother swore every girl gets; the dreaded stretch marks that no one’s ever seen before, but me and my mother; the marks that Zane would be able to see in a bit.
I slowly ran my hands over them, and held in a cry when you could clearly feel the small bumps of the scarring. I had first gotten them in the seventh grade, just after finally hitting puberty. I had just started getting my curves, had newly puckered breasts, and acne all over my forehead. Because of my pale skin, my scars—unlike Lucy’s which were a faint grayish brown that you could barely see on her tan flesh—were a purplish blue, like small black and blue’s. Over the years the colors have faded, so now my scars are a faded tan, only a few shades darker than the rest of my body. Yet still to this day, they’re the thing I hate the most about myself.
Last night, in the shower, Zane hadn’t seen them because he was too busy kissing me. I had barely even paid attention to him, either.
But now…since he and I knew tonight, we were finally going to…he’d see all of me; the parts that I’ve been ashamed of and the parts that I’ve loved.
Last night, I hadn’t understood what Zane had meant when he said ‘You trusted me with everything…’ Now I did understand.
Tonight I was going to be giving everything up for him and him for me. I’d be baring my very soul to him, and I had to trust that it would be kept between me and him and no one else. I used to think that when the day came, I’d tell Lucy every single detail. But now, I realized, I couldn’t.
I ran out of the bathroom, after spraying one sprits of lavender perfume, and into my bedroom. I quickly slipped into an over sized t-shirt and readjusted my ponytail. I took one last deep breath and then walked to the door. I swung it open, ready to finally face Zane downstairs…only he was standing in the door way with his hand up, as if he had been about to knock when I opened the door.
His eyes swept over my bare legs, and then quickly snapped to my outlined eyes, “Are-are you okay, I mean…you’ve been up here for more than twenty minutes now. If you want—“
I stepped forward and kissed his lips, silencing his rambling. It was soft and quick. It was a simple kiss, yet it made my heart race and his breathing quicken. Never taking my eyes off of him, I slid my hand into his, and pulled him into my bedroom,
Imprint
After going through the same routine for the tenth time, I turned to view my almost bare body. My eyes wondered over my shaking chest, down my slightly curved sides to my butt. Under my hidden cheeks, in the red silky fabric of my underwear, I saw them; the scars that my mother swore every girl gets; the dreaded stretch marks that no one’s ever seen before, but me and my mother; the marks that Zane would be able to see in a bit.
I slowly ran my hands over them, and held in a cry when you could clearly feel the small bumps of the scarring. I had first gotten them in the seventh grade, just after finally hitting puberty. I had just started getting my curves, had newly puckered breasts, and acne all over my forehead. Because of my pale skin, my scars—unlike Lucy’s which were a faint grayish brown that you could barely see on her tan flesh—were a purplish blue, like small black and blue’s. Over the years the colors have faded, so now my scars are a faded tan, only a few shades darker than the rest of my body. Yet still to this day, they’re the thing I hate the most about myself.
Last night, in the shower, Zane hadn’t seen them because he was too busy kissing me. I had barely even paid attention to him, either.
But now…since he and I knew tonight, we were finally going to…he’d see all of me; the parts that I’ve been ashamed of and the parts that I’ve loved.
Last night, I hadn’t understood what Zane had meant when he said ‘You trusted me with everything…’ Now I did understand.
Tonight I was going to be giving everything up for him and him for me. I’d be baring my very soul to him, and I had to trust that it would be kept between me and him and no one else. I used to think that when the day came, I’d tell Lucy every single detail. But now, I realized, I couldn’t.
I ran out of the bathroom, after spraying one sprits of lavender perfume, and into my bedroom. I quickly slipped into an over sized t-shirt and readjusted my ponytail. I took one last deep breath and then walked to the door. I swung it open, ready to finally face Zane downstairs…only he was standing in the door way with his hand up, as if he had been about to knock when I opened the door.
His eyes swept over my bare legs, and then quickly snapped to my outlined eyes, “Are-are you okay, I mean…you’ve been up here for more than twenty minutes now. If you want—“
I stepped forward and kissed his lips, silencing his rambling. It was soft and quick. It was a simple kiss, yet it made my heart race and his breathing quicken. Never taking my eyes off of him, I slid my hand into his, and pulled him into my bedroom,
Imprint
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Publication Date: 02-15-2012
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Dedication - to my grandmother, poppop, nana, and anyone else in the world who was cursed with Cancer or any other deadly disease! There's still hope! You're not alone! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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