TGI FRIDAY THROWOUT!

Hello all,
I was lampooned with car troubles yesterday, so I had to get this out today. Sorry to anyone who was waiting. I may have found another writer to collaborate with, which is exciting. I have always wanted to work with other people, but haven't really been afforded the opportunity as of yet.


In case you didn't see, I did post earlier this week. I didn't advertise, I have done that a couple times lately. If you are interested check the backlogs of the blog, If anything else, You can read it on the crapper :) lol.


On to the teaser


The Last Adventure Of Those Girls


Shannon brings one of his strong hands to the back of my head, dragging it to my cheek, his thumbs rough pad parting my lips as he brings it to my neck just over my pulse. My skin tingles in the wake of his touch, and my body shudders from the sensation. He lifts my chin with his other hand, running his thumb over the water quickly pooling under my eye. Gently he brings his lips under the other eye, kissing away the tears that are flowing freely. The look on his face is a mixture of anger and sympathy, and I cannot help but wonder what he is thinking.  
“You came here.” I whisper, more in disbelief then question.
“I had to.”
“Why?” I ask with a ragged breath.
“I had to look into your eyes and hear you say you did not want me.”
“Wanting you was never the issue Shan.” I close my eyes, sighing, and fighting back the tirade of tears that is burning at my ducts.
“Then what is the issue TahLee, why did you push me away?”
Unable to hold them back any longer, the tears start to run down my cheeks in torrents. Shannon takes a half step back and my body feels his absence immediately. He looks into my eyes. Slightly turning his head to the side in question, he waits for my answer.
“Because you are you, and I am me. I am nothing special. I have baggage that you don’t need. My life is here, and yours is in California.” I stare at the floor, unable to look at his face.
“But, I am here now.” He whispers.
“For how long, Shan? That is the issue. I am in danger of falling in love with you, and you could up and walk away at any moment.” I busy myself picking up the mess in the kitchen so I don’t need to focus on him standing here. “I have a little girl, she is asleep right above our heads. What if she falls for you too, what then? I work here, I have family here, and my daughter has family here.  I cannot even fathom leaving. I have worked very hard to have this little house. It may not be much, but it is mine.”
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Tiz the end beautiful friend

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