Force of Attraction
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The feeling of being watched came over me then passed quickly. I didn’t obsess about it. In fact, having an audience for my theatrics was always kind of fun. At the moment, Amber laughing and smiling was the most important thing to me.
“How could I ever forget those revivals?” she asked, spinning into my arms and then back out again. “You worked your magik over me and left me a closet fan of music that people run from. Sorry but that includes the ‘80s.”
“Hey, I say we start a petition to get leg warmers, ripped up sweatshirts and spandex back on the market. Think jumpsuits and front men of bands. Though, unless they’re a lycan or shifter of some sort, they aren’t allowed to have chest hair.”
“Oh, we’re making exceptions now?” Amber mused, as we danced in close to one another shaking our upper bodies and laughing. “Are you now dating blonds too?”
I gasped. “Bite your tongue. That’s blasphemy! Blonds--ugg. My hair is blonde enough. I don’t want to be staring at another head of it. Besides, doesn’t every little girl dream of growing up to find that tall, dark and deadly man of her fantasies?”
“You mean tall, dark and handsome.”
I shrugged. “That too, but really what’s the fun of a pretty face? If the guy is that worried about what he looks like, he’d hate me. There have been days when I have to think about whether or not I brushed my teeth. It’s gross. I know. But I don’t care.” I shook my hips a bit to the music and laughed. “And if he can’t hold his own, that leaves me protecting two people. No thanks.”
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