They don’t call me a former teen heartthrob for nothing.
looking up for me in life and love for that matter.
at my doorstep. Now I have to decide if it’s time to go back to my old life,
for her, or if I keep it all in the past…for her.
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I opened the front door, Juniper and the dog ran to each other like they were lifelong
friends who hadn’t seen the other in years.
Cupcake, you’re here!” Juniper cooed, taking the little eight-pound spiky
brown-haired dog in her arms. She petted her behind her perky little ears, the
dog closing her eyes and panting in response.
Cupcake?” Roo asked.
looking up to see her and her sister both standing in the doorway.
afraid after our talk this afternoon that Rachel wouldn’t come. But seeing her
there had me smiling even wider.
Juniper and I may have to discuss a name change,” I said, stepping aside and
letting everyone into the foyer.
Princess Cupcake, come see my room.” Juniper and Ariana charged up the stairs.
careful. A dog is a live animal, not a toy,” I yelled on deaf ears since the
girls had already ascended the stairs and rounded the corner in a flurry of
check to make sure Squeaky, err, Princess Cupcake is okay,” Roo said before
bounding up the stairs after the girls.
full five seconds before I wrapped my arms around Rachel, crushing my lips to
as her first reaction then slowly her body melted against mine. Her mouth
parting as our tongues met.
were sweet like her vanilla lip gloss and strawberry bubblegum. I wanted to
stay in that moment with her. To get lost in those lips.
slapped me back when she put her hands on my chest, gently pushing against me
until she broke our kiss.
I enjoy that, I have a feeling there’s something else going on in that pretty
blond head of yours. Like maybe you’re still thinking about L.A.?” She raised
blinked. “So, is getting the dog a deciding factor and we’re just here for
moral support?” Her words trailed as she caught her swollen lip between her
a deep breath, I leaned back, dropping my hands from her waist. “I don’t know,
Rach. I’ll be honest. I’m still twisted about the whole thing. I guess I
figured the dog would help make this decision.”
After everything earlier today and you still don’t know what you want.” She
shook her head, muttering under her breath.
if her words verbally slapped me. “I know. It’s hard to say no to Trish. It’s a
great opportunity in L.A. for Juni and me.”
wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off
fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix,
and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her
Texas ranch. Find her online at www.maganvernon.com