Cara lifts her chin to the sky, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sunlight as it caresses her face. She is so distracted by the feeling of the gold light seeping into her already tanned skin, that she doesn’t hear the footsteps behind her.
Her distraction allows Jack to get a good look, drinking in the image of his roommate, in a way that he’s not often able to. He still can’t quite believe that someone as beautiful as that might actually be interested in him, despite the fact that his friends have been trying to convince him otherwise for the past few months.
It’s the sound of his voice, which breaks her out of her reverie “You’re a proper little sun worshipper aren’t you?” Twirling around to face him, her bare feet slip against the dew soaked grass, and she loses her balance, falling forward into his arms.
The impact of her hand landing on his chest, shocks Jack, but there’s something, something he’s never recognised before in her eyes, and it gives him the courage to act.
Before she can pull away, the beginnings of a stuttered apology on her tongue, she feels his lips crashing into hers.
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I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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