WIP Wednesday

For those who have just begun to follow me–I think there’s a new 30 on here and then Facebook! (If you haven’t visited my Facebook, if you like it you get entered into a giveaway for a e-copy of my two young adult novels) on Wednesday I try hard to post a little bit of what I am working on. Today, I am home  with the flu and about all I can manage to do is type because everything else is so tired. I managed to pound out a good 3,096 words on Just One Cup. I’m surprised how quickly this is coming out and wrapping itself up. Although, I realize I had a sidebar now that I wanted to work on in it and I can’t for the life of me recall what it was. I thought to myself I should put that on my iPhone notepad and get back to it after I am done writing this part. Now it’s evaded me. At any rate, while I rack my brain to recover whatever brilliant thought I lost, here is a peek at one of the ones I didn’t lose (this takes place at the beach, and the character Adam is being renamed Evan, just so there is no confusion):


Photo credit: Jonathan Rubio / Foter.com / CC BY

“You almost gave up,” he finally whispered, and I could see a single tear sliding down the edge of his nose.
He was right–he always was. I had weakened at the first blow. I had practically shattered at the second, and then he had been the only thing to pull me back together. It was history repeating itself with words instead of fists. I didn’t want him to feel that he always had to put me back together, but that was one of the reasons I needed him so badly. In the emptiness that I had felt he had given me something back–he had found the lost puzzle pieces of my soul and solved it. When he did that he became a part of who I was. I wouldn’t give into anyone ever again, especially if it meant losing him.
“I’m sorry,” I leaned back and ended up with a very wet bottom.
Adam saw though and had to hide his smile in his arm.
“I want this for you, but the last thing I want is to lose you. It hasn’t always been easy for me to let people in–I’ve never been in a real relationship before–I’ve never cared for someone the way I care about you. You have to know I would give everything I have up just for one more night with you,” he explained as he reached for me and pulled me, wet skinny jeans and all, over him.



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