Semua Bab Pelican Bay Security: Bab 171 - Bab 180

"That was a good sermon." Huxley grabs my hand as we walk out of the tiny church with white flaking paint bordering the edge of the woods in Pelican Bay.I nod with a smile. "It was." The pastor talked about commitments and how we all take leaps of faith. I'm almost positive he didn't direct it at me, but it felt like he did. I've been nagging myself with this decision over the last two days, but the answer is out there.I need to take a leap of faith in Huxley. No more going back on my decision. He is it for me and there's no room to waffle any longer.Friday night at the club we faced one another on the dance floor as the music lowered. The strobe lights reflected off Huxley's face, and he told me to say the words.And I did. Using confidence I haven't quite found since, I stared into his eyes and said, "Stay with me."His smile grew, and he leaned forward placing a soft kiss against my lips. "Okay."And then... Nothing.We danced the rest of the night, I broke up an ar

I love Mondays.Well... that's not entirely true. I used to hate Mondays. After working all weekend, Mondays were usually the day when I slept in and then did the laundry and cleaning I left behind from the weekend. But for some reason Mondays in Pelican Bay are different. Maybe it's this particular Monday and I'll be back to hating them next week, but for whatever reason I'm going to keep enjoying today."Have a good afternoon, Melissa." I pass the small bag of donuts over the counter and smile at what was once a high school nemesis. Seventh grade she made my life a living hell, but then her parents got divorced and she had to move to Ohio. Now she's back, and she's either completely forgotten who I am, doesn't recognize me, or she isn't quite as big of a bitch as she used to be. Whatever — I don't care. As long as she's not calling me Mini Winnie, we can both live our lives in peace.Sometimes being an adult rocks.If you look past the bill paying, the job, and having respons

"Coming out!" Katy yells as she pushes through the swinging metal doors with her back, carrying a large tray of the chocolate goodness. The tray gets placed on the counter and I quickly grab three or four... Okay fine, six, and place them in one of the brown paper bags we use for the customers.The best thing about working for the bakery? Anessa doesn't care if we eat as long as we don't eat everything. She put in that small stipulation after Tabitha and Katy ate an entire batch of cookies one afternoon. I don't mean an entire batch like you make in your house on the weekend. These are industrial sized batches of chocolate chip cookies. The two of them didn't eat anything with sugar for the next week. It was like a drunk who drinks too much and promises they are never going to drink alcohol again. And like a binge drinker, they eventually fell off the wagon, but no one has dared to eat so much in one shift since.Katy pops one of the warm cookies in her mouth and then has to leave

The city lights of Vegas stream by like one of those slow-motion pictures sold at all the tourist traps. Huxley slows the car and turns to the right when I point out the driveway to the apartment complex. One building down, at the end of a short little hallway, I shared a one-bedroom apartment with Archer.It feels weird being back. Like my past and present are colliding and there's nothing I can do to get out of the way. I have to brace for impact and hope no one walks away with a broken bone or worse — a broken heart.The sky is dark and many of the apartment lights have shut off for the evening. This end of the city away from the strip feels weird as well. There are no bright glowing lights and nobody is pumping in the sounds of coins hitting on slot machine trays. They moved to audio equipment to create the same feel of winning for people even though all the slot machines in Vegas now work on a credit system. You put in your money, but all you get out is a slip of paper that te

He tilts his head, his eyes widening as he waits. The small borough of excitement flutters alive in my chest. At the same time, it doesn't seem as late anymore and I'm not quite as tired as I was a few minutes ago.But a girl doesn't give in that easily."You might be able to persuade me."Huxley smirks, his lips pinched together but still happy. "What about you take off your pants and lie in the bed and we'll see if I can talk you into it?" He tugs his shirts from his chest. The hard lines of muscle shimmer in the lights as his body flexes with the movement. I lick my lips looking at the tone muscles he received either in the military or working on a farm in Hawaii. I don't care where they came from. I'm only glad they're mine.I sit on the bed not ready for our game to end. "And what if I don't? Will you make me?""Maybe I will." He stalks to the edge using slow and deliberate steps.A shudder runs through my body the closer he gets until we're a hair's breadth away. Huxl