ya-fantasy

Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn__ let go until I had to come up for air.

He__ used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn__ his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn__ the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn__ saunter. He didn__ amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

I caught his hand. __hat do you want me to do?__eaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. __omorrow, I need you to die.

Vane__ lips tightened to suppress a smile. __hy so hostile, love?___ou whacked me on the head with a ball!___ou deserved it.

Do you think we can be friends?_ I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. __robably not, but we can pretend.

Evan had heard it all before. A paradise underground, made for things like the worm in front of him. A place where Evan would forget he had ever been human, forget he had a mother, maybe even forget his own name. This thing did not remember its own, Evan was sure of it.

The other dark places,' Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.