Geronimo (A Songbird Novel)
“She was in my dreams at night. Memories haunted me while I worked. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stop playing “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic.” I’d become obsessed with the song. It fueled my memories of her, and I was trapped in this vicious cycle of torment.
Even buttering my toast for breakfast, I remembered how she liked to spread her jam all the way to the edges. It was like watching an artist paint, the way she’d glide the knife over her bread and get it just right. She’d then ...cut two perfect triangles, and I’d be mesmerized by her mouth as she ate. Thank God it’d been summer and I was able to hide behind a pair of dark shades.
Did she sense me watching her?
Did she know how much she’d really captured me?
I guessed not.
She hadn’t tried to call or track me down, and I didn’t feel right about pursuing her. I didn’t want to be some kind of stalker.MoreLess
Even buttering my toast for breakfast, I remembered how she liked to spread her jam all the way to the edges. It was like watching an artist paint, the way she’d glide the knife over her bread and get it just right. She’d then ...cut two perfect triangles, and I’d be mesmerized by her mouth as she ate. Thank God it’d been summer and I was able to hide behind a pair of dark shades.
Did she sense me watching her?
Did she know how much she’d really captured me?
I guessed not.
She hadn’t tried to call or track me down, and I didn’t feel right about pursuing her. I didn’t want to be some kind of stalker.MoreLess
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