I’m running behind on my Camp NANOWRIMO manuscript. Not
dangerously behind, I have about 13,000 words and will be able to catch up, but
I don’t want to get further behind. I’d really like to get caught up this
weekend. One of the ways I’m doing this
is by actually using the Write for 10 writing prompts. This is a website that
provides a prompt and encourages people to use the prompt to write for 10
minutes flat. The subject and the quality of the writing doesn’t matter, the
only thing you have to worry about is getting the words down.
The writing prompt on Tuesday was the word vulnerable. I
took the word, grabbed the two main characters from Wishing For … and let ‘er
rip. I’m quite pleased with the snippet I got, and managed to add 300 hundred
words to my word count.
His fingers stroked along the side of my cheek and he
stared deeply into my eyes, his gaze so intense so steady, it felt like he was
able to see directly into my soul. He leaned forward and brushed his lips
across my forehead. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice so low I barely heard
it. That didn’t stop the pain from slashing through me.
It wasn’t the first time I’d
heard the words. A couple of the guys I’d dated had said the same thing from
time to time. The difference between now and then was that I always knew the
reason behind their declaration. They usually wanted to get me naked and
horizontal, or I already was.
Cooper’s different. He was too
good, too honest, to try using such a declaration as an attempt to get into my
pants. I knew him well enough to know that if the only thing he wanted was sex,
he’d say so. That’s just the kind of guy he is.
I closed my eyes and swallow. Why was he doing to too me
right now.
He loved me. Looking at him,
feeling his touch, I knew he spoke the truth, or at least what he believed to
be the truth. Right here, in this moment, he loved me. What really disturbed me
was the way he wasn’t afraid to tell me, how he could willingly leave himself
vulnerable to rejection.
I wondered what would happen if
I turned away, if I left him standing there with his heart in his hands and
love in his eyes. I wondered if I was
really cold-blooded and bitchy enough to do such a thing to him.
This would be so much easier if
the only thing he wanted was to get inside my pants.
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