Saving Sins (Forbidden Erotic Romance) by Lore Ava

Author:Lore, Ava [Lore, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-11-02T04:00:00+00:00

JJ's Diner. That was where it had happened. She didn't remember the name, and she didn't really remember the outside because in the dark all diners look the same, but she remembered the hideous carpet. They still hadn't changed it. Green, beige and red glared up at her in an infinitely repeating pattern of yuck the moment she walked through the door, bringing snowflakes with her.

For a second, she had a moment of vertigo. Surely Michael remembered this place. Surely he remembered what she had done here, in the back lot. She had tempted him, like Eve in the garden, like her own budding body in front of the men her mother brought home.

No. No, she didn't mean the same thing to him that he did to her. She had to play it cool. She was grown now. Even though sometimes she felt like she had been born old, she was finally mature. She could take it. She wouldn't mention their kiss. She wouldn't think of the lingering hunger.

She would be an adult.

They sat in a booth, though she couldn't say if it was the same one they sat in all those years ago. The waitress came by.

"Coffee," Michael said, "and the lady will have the blueberry pie."

Tara wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. Blueberry pie. Her limbs went numb. She felt faint. Running on autopilot, she smiled at the waitress, who tromped off, clearly unimpressed.

Silverware clattered nearby, and Tara stared at her water glass, her teeth worrying her lip.

"Did I ever tell you how I was called to this work?

The words startled her and she met his eyes. Ringed in dark lashes, he stared out at her from behind his beautiful face. Wordlessly, Tara shook her head.

The waitress came back, setting down a carafe of coffee and two mugs. With languid movements, Michael reached out and poured them both a cup of coffee. "When I was fifteen," he said, "my sister Nancy ran away from home."

Oh, Tara thought. Of course.

She poured creamer into the dark, hot liquid and watched it curl in the heated convection currents like smoke. She waited for him to continue.

"She was very headstrong," he said finally. "And troubled. I don't know why she left, only that she did."

Tara licked her lips. "Could it have been... like me?

"Like you?" he echoed. "I hope not."

Of course. No one wanted to be like her. She didn't want to be like her.

"But perhaps." His lips, so full and inviting, pressed together, and the skin around them grew white. "Sometimes she came home. She was thinner each time."

Tara could picture her in her head. Beautiful, just like Michael. Long dark hair, luminous green eyes. Drugs and sex and the street would swallow up a beautiful girl as fast as a toad snapping a butterfly out of the air, crushing her down until she was a mangled corpse. She'd seen it happen. She'd almost been it.

Why me? she wondered. Why me?

Why did I escape?

She'd wondered that many times, and as always there was no one to answer her.

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