Piccolo Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

CIARA A chill ran down my spine, so sharp I instinctively clapped my hand over my ear as he straightened up, a smirk curling his lips. He looked pleased with himself, annoyingly so. My mouth couldn’t help but fall open as I felt the heat flooding into my cheeks, burning all the way down to my collarbone. He wasn’t joking; the intensity of his gaze made that clear. Just like that, I felt a faint, sinking feeling in my stomach, the kind you get right before a rollercoaster drops.

Only the two of them, lost in their own little world of passion and desire. ***** The End

Far off, beyond the village, the trees whispered together as the wind moved through them all at once. Carl was looking up at the sky, his arms resting on his knees. He seemed calm and happy. For the past few minutes, I had been looking at him without even meaning to. There was something about him that drew me back, like a word I didn't quite understand but could feel the meaning of, deep inside.