Once Tasted: a Silver Creek Novel
“She needed to open her eyes, too. But her lids were as heavy as cinder blocks. She swallowed, and all the sand of the Sahara slid down her throat.
She felt awful, kind of like overstretched taffy, and though her head didn’t pound, she couldn’t move it. It was stuck somehow. Never, ever again would she drink pomegranate martinis.
The cries of the awakening birds came through the open window. Then she heard something else. The sound was low-pitched and reached her right ear in a warm blast. Someone was breathing.
Suddenly she became aware of a heavy, solid presence near her. Mere inches away.
It was a body. A quietly snoring body.
Panicked, she wrenched her lids open to stare at the ceiling. She knew those cracks as well as she knew the lines of her palms. She was awake, she was in her room; this wasn’t some terrible nightmare. This was far worse: reality. Oh God, what had she done?
A rush of memories flooded her, far more vivid than the purplish-red martinis she’d drunk.
Her heart thud...ding, she cautiously looked sideways.MoreLess
She felt awful, kind of like overstretched taffy, and though her head didn’t pound, she couldn’t move it. It was stuck somehow. Never, ever again would she drink pomegranate martinis.
The cries of the awakening birds came through the open window. Then she heard something else. The sound was low-pitched and reached her right ear in a warm blast. Someone was breathing.
Suddenly she became aware of a heavy, solid presence near her. Mere inches away.
It was a body. A quietly snoring body.
Panicked, she wrenched her lids open to stare at the ceiling. She knew those cracks as well as she knew the lines of her palms. She was awake, she was in her room; this wasn’t some terrible nightmare. This was far worse: reality. Oh God, what had she done?
A rush of memories flooded her, far more vivid than the purplish-red martinis she’d drunk.
Her heart thud...ding, she cautiously looked sideways.MoreLess
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