I was bullied by my peers and verbally abused by the adults who were supposed to protect me. Needless to say, my life quickly became a living hell. The other half thought I was a teenage Lolita…trying to ruin a good man with a good family because I came from a broken home and had daddy issues. Given my expressive language and graphic details of everything I wanted him to do to me…half the people in town thought he was some kind of child molester. Unfortunately, once Tricia Rosenberg found them…they were for everyone else’s eyes too. However, my private thoughts about him were never supposed to see the light of day. Delany seemed to understand-and we formed a friendship. Delany.Įver since I was little, I’ve related to adults more than people my own age-something Mr. I never meant for anyone to get ahold of the letters I wrote my seventh-grade teacher, Mr. I’m pretty much the town’s pariah, thanks to an incident that occurred when I was fourteen that led to my mother pulling me out of regular school and me continuing my studies at home.Įven now, the sting of embarrassment is so sharp my breath catches. I inwardly flinch, not because of his cool tone or the slight slur coming from the booze he must have consumed tonight, but the fact that he knows damn well I don’t have many friends. “It’s Saturday night, shouldn’t you be hanging out with your friends?” They’re full and sensuous, turning up at the corners ever so slightly to give him a perpetual smirk-like he knows how bad I want to kiss them. The man has the kind of lips women from all over the world go under the knife for. However, my absolute favorite feature of Cain’s are his lips. And his chin, which is clenched in irritation more often than not, has the sexiest dimple smack dab in the center of it. Big brown eyes that are full of determination-like he’s always working toward the next big goal. Light brown hair cropped close in a style that’s suitable for business. He’s an intriguing combination of rugged and boyish good looks.
If he didn’t enjoy politics so much, I’m positive he could have had a successful career as a model. The light from the television illuminates his tall and toned form as he rests against the entryway and I fight back a shiver. I startle at the sound of his voice even though I heard the front door open followed by his footsteps.įumbling for the remote, I put the show I was barely paying attention to on pause and look at him.
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