Coming from an abusive household, Meredith Hill makes up her mind to finally escape. She runs till she meets a family friend who decides to take her in as one of her own. When high school is added to the mix, she must learn how to cope with her past...
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"We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Our hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen, still" —Ed Sheeran
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The beep sounds and I began. "Hey Susanna! I forgot to ring you earlier, so I'm calling now to tell you that I've found some pictures we can use . . . they're a bit—uh . . . graphic, but I think it will really open up peoples eyes to child abuse. Call me back!" I hang up and take a long sip of my chamomile tea.
Reid is still tangled up in bed, and leaving the bed was hard with his muscular arms pulling me back into his chest. I decided to shove my pillow in his arms and almost busted up laughing when he snuggle up and kiss it. It was quite adorable—seeing a big, scary bad boy . . . kissing a pillow.
I'd to gotten up at an earlier time and managed to take a shower, blow dry my hair, and style it—and that never happens!
I threw together an outfit fairly quickly; an oversized denim jacket, baby pink T-shirt with white strips, white skinny jeans with rips in the knees and Old Skool black vans.
It's been a while since I've dressed to impress, so wearing this makes me feel confident.
"Hello sexy," a raspy morning voice murmured in my ears. I shiver and turn around to see my Reid. Even when he's just woken up he looks amazing. I don't know how he does it.
"Good morning!" I chirp. Reid moves around the island and sits at a stool while I pour him some coffee. I've memorized how he takes it too . . . I must be such a creep.
I turn and place the warm mug in front of him. Our fingers brush as he takes the mug for a quick sip. Once the liquid touches his tongue he flinched and sets down the mug.
"Careful baby, it's hot." I say after the fact. A devious grin smacks my face while he holds his tongue.
"Shit that burned," He leans in closer to me, til we're only a hair apart. His musky scent envelopes me. "Now you have to kiss my boo boo."
My eyes widen as I stare at him. He can't be serious! But the smirk on his face says otherwise. He grabs my hand and guides me to his side of the counter. I stand in between his broad legs, and his fingers caress my thighs.
I lean in and out lips touch. Every time we kiss it's like we're the only two people in the world. I can feel his love and passion as our lips move together. Doing what he said, I slip my tongue in his mouth and caress his. Hopefully that'll take care of his 'boo boo.'
