We move to the couch, where I try to think of what to say. My fear tells me to run the other way, but there's something there… something that makes me want to try with Edward.
And that's even scarier.
I can't jump into bed with abandon, though – so I decide to explain why.
Odin hops up beside me, and I pet him absently as I begin, "Five summers ago, I met a guy named Randall. He was a tourist – a college student here for the summer…"
My chest aches with the echo of the love I felt for him.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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*hugs for Jasper*
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