excerpt - love lines
“I
know, Christian, but… Damn this stupid tingling!” I said irritably, rubbing my
shoulder.
“What
tingling?” he asked confused.
“It’s
on my shoulder. I’ve had it for a
long time, but it was more like a slight tickle before, now I feel real pain,”
I said gloomily.
“Can
I have a look?” holding out his hand, asked Christian.
“Sure,”
I said. I turned my back to him, taking my hair away from the right shoulder.
There was a moment of silence.
“Oh,
my God!” in a barely audible voice he said, lightly touching the place where
the pain was throbbing.
“Is
it so awful?”I asked frowning.
“No,
it's... amazing!” he said stunned. There wasn’t a shade of humor in his voice.
He was dead serious, his eyes glitter with something mysterious.
“Christian,
what are you talking about?” I wondered worried.
Without
saying a word, he turned me to the mirror and gave me the other one, much
smaller, so I could see my own reflection from the back.
“Look
at this,” he said.
Turning
the small mirror so that I could see the reflection of my right shoulder, I
finally saw what Christian was talking about. And it was so beautiful that
nothing except “Unbelievable!” popped
into my mind. There was a tattoo on my shoulder - an elegant intertwining of
two fire-red hearts with amazing glowing golden shades around them. Those
beautiful heats were joined in one, and crowned with a golden crown. It was
shimmering in the rays of light with thousands colors.
“Look
at this,” added Christian quietly, touching the place where the tattoo was on my shoulder. It seemed as if
the heart came to life with his touch, and the red lines of a lace pattern,
began to show all over my back, making my blood boil in my frozen body. And that was the very same pattern! But this
time it looked like a real fire, imprinted on my back. It looked like a magical
combination of thin red lines drowning in the waves of bright sunlight. But the
moment Christian removed his hand, the picture vanished, leaving behind only a
light imprint of a red heart.
“It's
incredible!” I whispered, without taking my eyes off my beautiful heart.
“I
didn’t just ask to look at it for no reason, Eileen,” he said.
Christian
stood in my place, back to the mirror and took off his shirt. Since he was
taller than me, I had to bow a little to the side to see what he was trying to
show me.
“You
have the same tattoo!” I couldn’t believe my own eyes.
“I
bet that if you touch it, there will be the same lines as on your own back,” he
noted.
And
so I did…
Christian
was right. The moment my fingers touched his back the heart came to life and
the pattern appeared on his back. It was the same as mine. I couldn’t take my
eyes off. It seemed that the lace lines looked even more beautiful on his broad
shoulders than on mine. I didn’t want to stop to admire their beauty when I saw
it on my own shoulder.
“How
is this possible?” I asked finally. But Christian didn’t say anything. He was
watching me carefully. I didn’t realize that his silence was caused by the
proximity of our bodies. My hands were still on his back, and from an outside
view it might seem that I was embracing him. My breathing quickened and my
heart skipped a few beats. I felt everything that Christian was feeling at that
moment. His eyes were glowing with passion, his bare skin felt like melting
lava under my palms and his breath was warming my lips. Our feelings were the
same...
Without
saying a word, he embraced me with one hand while with the other one he touched
my cheek. When his lips met mine, I thought I was flying in the sky. His kiss
was sweeter than any nectar, his warmth enveloped my entire body, and his
proximity made me lose my mind. I didn’t want to step back. It felt so good, so
right, like I was finally home again after a long absence. Even without opening
my eyes, I knew that in those moments lacy lines on our backs were shining like
a pure sunshine, and we both could feel their warmth. His lips were perfectly
smooth and delicate and our kiss was so sensual I was ready to sacrifice
everything I had just to make it last forever. There was just a thin piece of
fabric separating our bodies but I could feel Christian’s bare chest pressed
against mine as if there was nothing at all. We were a perfect math and our
bodies and minds were totally agree with that conclusion.
I
didn’t know how long our kiss did last when suddenly I heard a quiet coughing
coming somewhere from aside. Amanda! We both stepped aside so fast that I
almost lost my balance.
“I
knew you would be waiting for me,” as if nothing had happened, she said. “But
you found something to do meanwhile,” giggling, she added, walking past me.
Christian
and I exchanged a look. Our eyes were a reflection of each other’s emotions –
we both were sorry. Not about the kiss, of course, but because it ended so
soon.
A sequel from Love
lines:
Hearing
the announcement of a text message, I looked at the screen of my cell phone.
“I'll come as soon as possible”, I read the message from Christian. I didn’t bother to turn around so as not to attract too much attention. I knew that he didn’t need the answer. Christian knew perfectly well everything that was going on inside me at that moment.
Back in my room, I began to count minutes before his coming. I thought that if I didn’t tell him everything, my brain would just explode. The phone screen lit up again, one more message came. This time, it was from my grandmother.
“My dear girl! I’m very glad that you are all right. Ms. Wilde told me everything. Hope we’ll discuss that soon. I'm coming back next week and will be able to visit you. See you there, sweetheart!”
That was, perhaps, the only good news over the past few days. I didn’t even want to think how much my grandmother knew from Alexis.
After half an hour someone knocked on the door. Thank God! Christian stood in the doorway.
“Tell me everything from the very beginning,” coming right down to business, he said.
After listening attentively to my rambling speech, he needed some time to comprehend the words he’d heard. He shook his head in disbelief and ran his hands through his perfectly messy hair.
“As soon as I felt the burst of new energy, Eileen, I knew that you had done it. It was exactly like in the dream. It was so easy to combine my energy with yours. I just knew that doing that was the right thing. I must say, it was quite weird.”
“I don’t know how it’s all connected, Christian, but there, on the lake, I felt a completely opposite feeling, like being there with you was wrong in itself. I think I should go there alone and...”
“Don’t even think about it, Eileen!” in the blink of an eye coming next to me, said Christian. “Don’t you realize how dangerous it is?” he put both his hands on my shoulders.
“I know, Christian, but… Damn this stupid tingling!” I said irritably, rubbing my shoulder.
“What tingling?” he asked confused.
“It’s on my shoulder. I’ve had it for a long time, but it was more like a slight tickle before, now I feel real pain,” I said gloomy.
“Can I have a look?” holding out his hand, asked Christian.
“Sure,” I said. I turned my back to him, taking my hair away from the right shoulder. There was a moment of silence.
“Oh, my God!” in a barely audible voice he said, lightly touching the place where the pain was throbbing.
“Is it so awful?”I asked frowning.
“No, it's... amazing!” he said stunned. There wasn’t a shade of humor in his voice. He was dead serious, his eyes glitter with something mysterious.
“Christian, what are you talking about?” I wondered worried.
Without saying a word, he turned me to the mirror and gave me the other one, much smaller, so I could see my own reflection from the back.
“Look at this,” he said.
Turning the small mirror so that I could see the reflection of my right shoulder, I finally saw what Christian was talking about. And it was so beautiful that nothing except “Unbelievable!” popped into my mind. There was a tattoo on my shoulder - an elegant intertwining of two fire-red hearts with amazing glowing golden shades around them. Those beautiful heats were joined in one, and crowned with a golden crown. It was shimmering in the rays of light with thousands colors.
“Look at this,” quietly added Christian, touching the place where the tattoo was on my shoulder. It seemed as if the heart came to life with his touch, and the red lines of a lace pattern, began to show all over my back, making my blood boil in my frozen body. And that was the very same pattern! But this time it looked like a real fire, imprinted on my back. It looked like a magical combination of thin red lines drowning in the waves of bright sunlight. But the moment Christian removed his hand, the picture vanished, leaving behind only a light imprint of a red heart.
“It's incredible!” I whispered, without taking my eyes off my beautiful heart.
“I didn’t just ask to look at it for no reason, Eileen,” he said.
Christian stood in my place, back to the mirror and took off his shirt. Since he was taller than me, I had to bow a little to the side to see what he was trying to show me.
“You have the same tattoo!” not believing my own eyes, I said.
“I bet that if you touch it, there will be the same lines as on your own back,” he noted.
And so I did…
Christian was right. The moment my fingers touched his back the heart came to life and the pattern appeared on his back. It was the same as mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off. It seemed that the lace lines looked even more beautiful on his broad shoulders than on mine. I didn’t want to stop to admire their beauty when I saw it on my own shoulder.
“How is this possible?” I asked finally. But Christian didn’t say anything. He was watching me carefully. I didn’t realize that his silence was caused by the proximity of our bodies. My hands were still on his back, and from an outside view it might seem that I was embracing him. My breathing quickened and my heart skipped a few beats. I felt everything that Christian was feeling at that moment. His eyes were glowing with passion, his bare skin felt like melting lava under my palms and his breath was warming my lips. Our feelings were the same...
Without saying a word, he embraced me with one hand while with the other one he touched my cheek. When his lips met mine, I thought I was flying in the sky. His kiss was sweeter than any nectar, his warmth enveloped my entire body, and his proximity made me lose my mind. I didn’t want to step back. It felt so good, so right, like I was finally home again after a long absence. Even without opening my eyes, I knew that in those moments lacy lines on our backs were shining like a pure sunshine, and we both could feel their warmth. His lips were perfectly smooth and delicate and our kiss was so sensual I was ready to sacrifice everything I had just to make it last forever. There was just a thin piece of fabric separating our bodies but I could feel Christian’s bare chest pressed against mine as if there was nothing at all. We were a perfect math and our bodies and minds were totally agree with that conclusion.
I didn’t know how long our kiss did last when suddenly I heard a quiet coughing coming somewhere from aside. Amanda! We both stepped aside so fast that I almost lost my balance.
“I knew you would be waiting for me,” as if nothing had happened, she said. “But you found something to do meanwhile,” giggling, she added, walking past me.
Christian and I exchanged a look. Our eyes were a reflection of each other’s emotions – we both were sorry. Not about the kiss, of course, but because it ended so soon.
Diana Nixon was born in Minsk, Belarus, where she still lives and works on her series. Before becoming a writer she received a Master of Law degree from Belorussian state University. She has always liked reading fantasy novels, so when she came up with the idea of writing a book, she already knew what genre to choose. At the moment Diana is working on her Love lines series.
“I'll come as soon as possible”, I read the message from Christian. I didn’t bother to turn around so as not to attract too much attention. I knew that he didn’t need the answer. Christian knew perfectly well everything that was going on inside me at that moment.
Back in my room, I began to count minutes before his coming. I thought that if I didn’t tell him everything, my brain would just explode. The phone screen lit up again, one more message came. This time, it was from my grandmother.
“My dear girl! I’m very glad that you are all right. Ms. Wilde told me everything. Hope we’ll discuss that soon. I'm coming back next week and will be able to visit you. See you there, sweetheart!”
That was, perhaps, the only good news over the past few days. I didn’t even want to think how much my grandmother knew from Alexis.
After half an hour someone knocked on the door. Thank God! Christian stood in the doorway.
“Tell me everything from the very beginning,” coming right down to business, he said.
After listening attentively to my rambling speech, he needed some time to comprehend the words he’d heard. He shook his head in disbelief and ran his hands through his perfectly messy hair.
“As soon as I felt the burst of new energy, Eileen, I knew that you had done it. It was exactly like in the dream. It was so easy to combine my energy with yours. I just knew that doing that was the right thing. I must say, it was quite weird.”
“I don’t know how it’s all connected, Christian, but there, on the lake, I felt a completely opposite feeling, like being there with you was wrong in itself. I think I should go there alone and...”
“Don’t even think about it, Eileen!” in the blink of an eye coming next to me, said Christian. “Don’t you realize how dangerous it is?” he put both his hands on my shoulders.
“I know, Christian, but… Damn this stupid tingling!” I said irritably, rubbing my shoulder.
“What tingling?” he asked confused.
“It’s on my shoulder. I’ve had it for a long time, but it was more like a slight tickle before, now I feel real pain,” I said gloomy.
“Can I have a look?” holding out his hand, asked Christian.
“Sure,” I said. I turned my back to him, taking my hair away from the right shoulder. There was a moment of silence.
“Oh, my God!” in a barely audible voice he said, lightly touching the place where the pain was throbbing.
“Is it so awful?”I asked frowning.
“No, it's... amazing!” he said stunned. There wasn’t a shade of humor in his voice. He was dead serious, his eyes glitter with something mysterious.
“Christian, what are you talking about?” I wondered worried.
Without saying a word, he turned me to the mirror and gave me the other one, much smaller, so I could see my own reflection from the back.
“Look at this,” he said.
Turning the small mirror so that I could see the reflection of my right shoulder, I finally saw what Christian was talking about. And it was so beautiful that nothing except “Unbelievable!” popped into my mind. There was a tattoo on my shoulder - an elegant intertwining of two fire-red hearts with amazing glowing golden shades around them. Those beautiful heats were joined in one, and crowned with a golden crown. It was shimmering in the rays of light with thousands colors.
“Look at this,” quietly added Christian, touching the place where the tattoo was on my shoulder. It seemed as if the heart came to life with his touch, and the red lines of a lace pattern, began to show all over my back, making my blood boil in my frozen body. And that was the very same pattern! But this time it looked like a real fire, imprinted on my back. It looked like a magical combination of thin red lines drowning in the waves of bright sunlight. But the moment Christian removed his hand, the picture vanished, leaving behind only a light imprint of a red heart.
“It's incredible!” I whispered, without taking my eyes off my beautiful heart.
“I didn’t just ask to look at it for no reason, Eileen,” he said.
Christian stood in my place, back to the mirror and took off his shirt. Since he was taller than me, I had to bow a little to the side to see what he was trying to show me.
“You have the same tattoo!” not believing my own eyes, I said.
“I bet that if you touch it, there will be the same lines as on your own back,” he noted.
And so I did…
Christian was right. The moment my fingers touched his back the heart came to life and the pattern appeared on his back. It was the same as mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off. It seemed that the lace lines looked even more beautiful on his broad shoulders than on mine. I didn’t want to stop to admire their beauty when I saw it on my own shoulder.
“How is this possible?” I asked finally. But Christian didn’t say anything. He was watching me carefully. I didn’t realize that his silence was caused by the proximity of our bodies. My hands were still on his back, and from an outside view it might seem that I was embracing him. My breathing quickened and my heart skipped a few beats. I felt everything that Christian was feeling at that moment. His eyes were glowing with passion, his bare skin felt like melting lava under my palms and his breath was warming my lips. Our feelings were the same...
Without saying a word, he embraced me with one hand while with the other one he touched my cheek. When his lips met mine, I thought I was flying in the sky. His kiss was sweeter than any nectar, his warmth enveloped my entire body, and his proximity made me lose my mind. I didn’t want to step back. It felt so good, so right, like I was finally home again after a long absence. Even without opening my eyes, I knew that in those moments lacy lines on our backs were shining like a pure sunshine, and we both could feel their warmth. His lips were perfectly smooth and delicate and our kiss was so sensual I was ready to sacrifice everything I had just to make it last forever. There was just a thin piece of fabric separating our bodies but I could feel Christian’s bare chest pressed against mine as if there was nothing at all. We were a perfect math and our bodies and minds were totally agree with that conclusion.
I didn’t know how long our kiss did last when suddenly I heard a quiet coughing coming somewhere from aside. Amanda! We both stepped aside so fast that I almost lost my balance.
“I knew you would be waiting for me,” as if nothing had happened, she said. “But you found something to do meanwhile,” giggling, she added, walking past me.
Christian and I exchanged a look. Our eyes were a reflection of each other’s emotions – we both were sorry. Not about the kiss, of course, but because it ended so soon.
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Diana Nixon was born in Minsk, Belarus, where she still lives and works on her series. Before becoming a writer she received a Master of Law degree from Belorussian state University. She has always liked reading fantasy novels, so when she came up with the idea of writing a book, she already knew what genre to choose. At the moment Diana is working on her Love lines series.
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