This is an excerpt from a series of stories of mine I wrote for a publisher who disappeared off the face of the planet and which I’ve been wanting to revisit since that venture fell through. I hope you guys enjoy it! Any and all feedback is very much appreciated.
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All the talk of Alan has Heather dreamily thinking about the boy for the rest of Saturday and well into church on Sunday morning. His family sits a few rows ahead of them and so she gets the pleasure of admiring his head of curly dark hair and when he glances around the pleasant shape of his face and those blue eyes and–
Yes, it’s puppy love. That’s what her mom calls it. But it’s been puppy love for a year. Well, on-and-off. Sure, there’s been other boys when they were on ‘break,’ dinner dates and movie nights and totally romantic kisses on her porch before they leave, but still, her heart just always comes back to Alan. And since she’s been thinking about the fact that Jeff Carter might possibily have a thing for her, she’s been a bit on.. edge. There’s a familiar warmth in her loins and a desire for satisfaction that her fingers simply can’t find.