My Recycled Soul (A Sample)

I fall asleep in his arms.

" We better get you home," he whispers against my ear. "Although, how I could let you go, I don't know."

I pull him closer to me. Lifting my head, I sleepily look for his lips with mine.

He tosses the blanket Aaron must have thrown over us while I was sleeping, over our heads and he pulls me into him so suddenly my breath bursts from my lungs. He kisses me softly, exploring my lips with a passion that almost scares me and when he pulls away, he leaves me panting.

He starts to laugh.

Frowning, I ask huskily, offended, "What's so funny?"

" Unlike you, my love for you makes me feel extraordinarily happy," he replies seriously and then he moans deep in his throat and kisses me again. He whispers softly against my lips, "You should come with a warning." His lips touch my forehead and he says, "I don't want your parent's to dislike me before I have even had the opportunity to meet them. We must go."

Reluctantly I get up from the couch and stretch. I look out through the large French windows. The rain has stopped and all the grey clouds have dissolved away, the sky is clear blue and the sun brilliant.

We walk out to Jared's car and I ask, "So, where are your parents?"

" At the club, every Sunday for the entire day," he answers dismissively.

It looks as if it is something he does not want to discuss, so after he opens the car door for me, I get in, smiling at him, meeting his eyes.

We drive to my manor laughing and talking. It is so much different from when we arrived at his house this morning, and I never want to feel like that again. I am going to have to be in better command of my emotions, especially this uncontrolled jealousy I feel toward Sarah.

We stop in front of my manor and he asks, "Are you going to invite me in?"

" Of course, but first we have to take advantage of this glorious weather."

" Are we going for a walk then?"

" Yes, up to it, after lazing about all morning?"

" With you around, I am always up to anything." He smiles playfully.

My special place is in the shade and I want to feel the sun on my skin, let it soak into my bones, so I guide him in the opposite direction.

He takes my hand and not far from my manor, walking through the waist high grass, he says, "Let's sit." I stop and look around for something to sit on while he starts to sit. "Let's just sit here."