“Tuskeegee Chunk” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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From the strong masculine knock at the door, I already knew who it was. I considered pretending that I wasn’t back from the salon but I couldn’t do it – not to Jake.

Never to Jake.

What will he think when he sees me?

When Debbie had offered to transform me into a redhead by installing a long weave before my hair started to fall out, I had reluctantly agreed, going against my original plan of getting a pixie cut as a way to transition to shorter hair before having no hair at all. But since she had graciously offered to do it on the salon’s dime, I couldn’t refuse her kindness.

I steeled myself for Jake’s reaction as I flung open the door. His eyes twinkled as he assessed my new look.

“Whoa! You went long instead of short? Either way, you look hot Kris!”

Jake had known about my plan to go short and had even offered to go with me but I had refused. He was a total sweetheart that had his heart on his sleeve. The woman who ended up with him would be one lucky girl. But if she wasn’t good to him, I would find a way to haunt her from my grave.

“Really? You like it?” I ran my hand gently through the lush locks, a little afraid that a small tug might make it all disengage.

“It’s sexy. Is it a wig?”

“No,” I shook the hair out to show him its flow. “It’s a weave.”

“Well, being a redhead suits you. But you better have that weave strapped on tight because I’m taking you for a ride.”

“A ride?”

“Yeah, a ride. Look…”

Jake stepped out of the way and pointed at a shiny motorcycle sitting in my driveway. It was the kind of dream bike that he’d talked about buying if he beat his cancer. And now that he had been cleared, I was ecstatic to see that he had actually followed through. Jake and I had quickly gone from being waiting room acquaintances at the hospital to good friends supporting each other in our respective fights against the big “C”.

“Oh my God! You bought it! Congrats Jake! That’s an awesome way to celebrate your victory!”

“Yes it is and I’m going to ride this bike everywhere. And I’m going to take you around with me. As soon as you’re feeling better and in remission, we’ll take a ride down to that Ben & Jerry’s Flavor Graveyard in Vermont that you always wanted to go to. But for now, grab your hat and coat so that I can take you for a quick spin.”

I grabbed my coat, pulled on my winter hat and quietly shut the front door. I headed down the stairs to join him, smiling at how optimistic Jake was for my future.

But I knew better.

From the truth coursing through my fragile veins with a vengeance, I knew that his plans for us would never see the light of day.

The only graveyard we would ever visit together would have nothing to do with Vermont.

And I would not be standing next to him.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Chunky” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“Girl, you better have your hair weave strapped on tight…”

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“What A Girl Wants” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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(Related to previous post “The Midnight Hour“)

I forced myself to stop kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” Laney whispered as if someone else was wrapped up between the sheets with us.

She pressed her warm body against me and trailed her fingers down my arm. As her tongue grazed along my bottom lip, her hips explained what she wanted mine to do. I inhaled sharply, enjoying the bittersweet pain of holding myself back.

Hadn’t she vowed that she would never cross the line with a man like me? Didn’t she remember her speech about not messing with our solid friendship? Or was I simply having a wet dream?

When I didn’t answer, Laney playfully bit my lip and I had no choice but to pull her in and thoroughly explore the inner depths of her delicious mouth.

No, I wasn’t dreaming and nothing in or on my body was asleep. She slid her arms around my waist as my own hands grasped her face.

“Why is that when we’re together and it’s just the two of us, we never fight until…”

My words were replaced by a deep groan when Laney threw a leg over my hip. My hands immediately slid from her face down to her hips to position her in just the right spot for full contact. Our eyes made four when she placed her forehead against mine.

“Still too many clothes and way too much talking Ty. We’ve got better things to do tonight than talk, don’t you think?” she whispered as she tugged at my pyjama bottoms.

I didn’t say another word. Instead, I flipped her over so that my full weight covered her body. The smile that she gave me almost sent me over the edge.

“Now, that’s much better,” she muttered against my lips and she slipped her arms around my neck. “Talking can wait.”

Laney was right. We had much better things to do until the sun came up.

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “She Wants To Dance With Me” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“When we’re together, we never fight, we’ve got better things to do tonight…”

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“The Midnight Hour” #marquessachallenge #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

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My heart raced as I stood in his doorway ready to bare my soul and tell him what I wanted.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

I half-expected Ty to shut me down after all that had happened. He ran both hands through his messy hair and then folded his arms across his white T-shirt looking groggy from my midnight appearance at his door. He looked less than pleased to see me but his face softened when his brows furrowed with concern.

“What’s wrong Laney?”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself against turning around and running away.

“One night. With you. As more than friends,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

Ty’s grogginess was instantly replaced by a stunned look that made my stomach flip in the most uncomfortable of ways.

What?!

“One night of you and me being more than just friends is what you said you wanted.”

It was easier for me to get the words out the second time around and I found myself brushing past him into his apartment. Ty continued to stand dumbfounded with his hand still firmly on the door knob.

“Wait…what? That was weeks ago and I was…I was joking around Laney. And I was drunk…”

“You know that’s not true Ty.”

He stared down at me as if I had completely lost her mind, not knowing what to say but knowing that he was lying.

“Your exact words were that you didn’t want to have sex with me but that you wanted to make love to me, just for one night. That’s what you said. That’s why I’m here. That’s what I want from you right now.”

Before Ty could say another word, I shut the front door for him, took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Once we were standing next to the bed, I waited for my request to fully sink in for him and when it did, I reached for both of his hands and placed them on my hips. He shook his head.

“Laney…I shouldn’t…I mean, we can’t…”

“Ty, I’m giving you what you asked for. The question now is, will you shut up and put your money where your mouth is?”

The words tumbled from my mouth like they belonged to someone else.

In an instant, Tyler tilted his head to meet my lips. As we kissed, I knew that he would question me in the morning about why I had turned up at his door. But in that moment, burning every last detail of our togetherness into my memory was the only thing that was important to me because in the morning after we talked, Ty would hate me forever.

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“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is…”

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#LyricalFictionFriday – “Who Says You Can’t Go Home” #fictionfriday #marquessachallenge

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“I’ve been all around the world and as a matter of fact, there’s only one place left I wanna go…”

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