Carlisle by Wallace J. Swenson

Author:Wallace J. Swenson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gale, Cengage Learning
Published: 2016-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

Sunday turned out a glorious day. Simon picked up Sarah at one o’clock sharp, and they retraced the steps they’d taken weeks before. Same spot, same kind of sandwiches, same blanket. Only this time, they talked like they had not seen each other in months: about the Texans, and Buell and the herd; and Simon’s new job at the store; and Miss Everett; and what they wanted to do when they were older; and why dandelions grew where flowers wouldn’t; and how to take an egg from a chicken without getting pecked. Completely talked out, they ended lying together, on the blanket, with Sarah’s head on Simon’s arm, both sound asleep.

The ache in Simon’s arm finally woke him. His eyes popped open to look right into Sarah’s face. Her lips slightly parted, a wisp of damp hair stuck to her forehead. The look of contentment and peace on her face made Simon’s breath catch in his throat—she was beautiful. He lay still and admired up close every feature of her familiar face. As he did, it occurred to him that it was not that familiar. He had never had the chance to look this carefully without being embarrassed.

He so wanted to touch her smooth and flawless skin; instead, he marveled at the shape of her eyelashes. Evenly spaced, they tapered from the eyelid where they glistened with oil, curving upward to almost disappear in an incredibly fine tip. Her lips had tiny lines all through them, stopping in a perfectly formed arc where lip turned to skin. Tiny beads of sweat formed in the shallow furrow under her nose. His gaze moved down her chin and onto her throat. The graceful arch of her jawline met her neck, and the creamy expanse of flesh disappeared under her collar. His eyes continued down past her shoulder and stopped on the swell of her breasts. They rose and fell with the measured rhythm of her breathing. The image of a large white breast, held up for view, came into his head. His testicles contracted and he realized he was getting hard. And then he felt eyes. He looked up and into Sarah’s soft hazel gaze, a half smile on her lips.

“What are you looking at?” she whispered.

Simon’s heart went to full race. His eyes involuntarily slipped back to her breast, his mind screaming that it was the last thing he should do. He paused for a split second on the forbidden view, and then looked again into her eyes. He felt the horrible rush of blood to his face, and knew he was blushing furiously. “I . . . I’m sorry.”

Nothing else would come to his lips, and his eyes begged hers to look away. She held her gaze, and then slowly she leaned closer and kissed him full on the mouth. It seemed to last forever, and Simon was unable to recognize any sensation but the touch of her lips on his as he shot into heaven, conscious only of

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