Page 584 of The Tempted

“Cut it out, Lace,” I ordered, taking her hand and pulling her towards Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs. “Come on, I’m starving,” I mumbled.

She was right. I was soft when it came to her. It wasn’t a new development; there has always been a place inside me carved out just for her, but every minute I spent with her I fell deeper.

And she fell too.

Deeper in trouble.

Deeper in danger.

And the both of us threatened to fall deeper in love with the story we were writing.

For her it was an original piece.

For me it was a rewrite.

A story about an Angel and the Devil.

We needed a miracle.

Or just each other.

Maybe we were the miracle.

Ah, fuck. Iwassoft.

Tomorrow I was going to shoot something.

Anything.

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