Surprise Vistitor {The Path You Choose} (Studio30Plus)

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This is my latest installment of THE PATH YOU CHOOSE, the story I am writing in collaboration with Carrie of The Muse Unleashed.

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Last time with Seth and Gabby :

Seth opened the door a fraction of an inch and looked surprised to see her.



“You look nice.”

“Thanks. “ Gabby answered, not knowing what else to say, when all she really wanted to do was apologize for acting the way she had. She thought of Misty Bell.

“Hey, are you hungry?” she asked.

The corners of Seth’s mouth inched up “A little…”

Gabby flashed another of her thousand watt smiles, “Well, we could take in a quick bite at the restaurant at the end of the universe.“


Seth hesitated, “It’s pretty late.”

Gabby pushed what she hoped was a playful smile from her lips, “oh I think we’re both old enough to be out on a school night. Besides, it’s fun to break the rules. C’mon we won’t go far, just to that little café you love on 8th.”

Seth chucked nervously, “it’s pretty late Bree, we should both probably get some sleep.”

Gabby moved a little closer, “but I’m famished.”

Seth shook his head and looked so uncomfortable that Gabby didn’t know if he was still angry or simply sick of this clandestine affair. She realized that she could lose this man if she didn’t stop these games and show him how she truly felt.

Rushing to right it she let her feelings gush, “Seth, I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you and almost killed your dog.  I feel things  I’ve never felt before with anyone in my life. You get me and in so many ways, you open me up. I love talking to you, I love being quiet with you, I, I…” she trailed off as she took in Seth’s reaction which looked like a mixture of fear, love, relief and something else she couldn’t quite read.

“Bree…” He said moving out into the hallway with her and practically pushing her down the carpet “…you should go.”

Mistaking his actions Gabby started to cry. “Seth…please… I’m so sorry…sorry about the ring and having to go to this stupid party tonight. I’m sorry I haven’t told Stephen yet, I’m sorry I’ve been such a coward.” She apologized by placing her hand on his forearm but he flinched, catching her off guard which brought fresh tears. She reached up and almost against his own will, he leaned into her palm and whispered, “Bree…”

“Yes?” she whispered, moving a little closer until he shook his head free as if coming out of a trance, “It’s late, you should go.”

“I, I , I … could stay here.” She offered, confused and floundering for words.

Seth’s face was impossible to read, his eyes were full of tenderness but his words were curt, “Not tonight. But I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”  He chastely kissed her cheek as he maneuvered her toward the stairs.

Gabby felt him slipping away; this was all her fault for not breaking her engagement and admitting that she loved another man a long time ago. She turned toward Seth and kissed his mouth with as much passion and warmth as she felt for him. He almost pulled away, but Gabby felt him respond and bring his hands up to cradle her face, both of them whispering, “I love you” over and over again to each other.

Gabby was feeling things slip back into place with them when the door to Seth’s apartment swung open and Gabby looked up to see a familiar face.

“So…” the girl quipped “…this is the new woman in your life, the one you’ve spent the last hour telling me about? The girl you’ve fallen head over heels in love with?”

All the blood drained from Seth’s face as he nodded. The girl turned her gaze to her.

“Hello Gabby. Or should I call you Bree? “

Gabby suddenly felt sick as she looked up into Justine’s ice cold gaze.




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Just Say the Word (Write on Edge: Studio30Plus: Trifecta)

Previously with Shelby & Gunnar :


Shelby pushed into the apartment, deposited her backpack and made her way toward the intoxicating smell of sweet marinara and garlic bread. Leaning against the door jamb she took in Gunnar hovering over a pot brandishing a wooden spoon and humming along to a country music station.

“Hey cowboy.”

Startled he looked up but a smile spread across his face. “Hey.”

His tan was fading and this place seemed like a sweater in the right color but wrong size for him, it simply didn’t fit. In fact she  probably wouldn’t blame him if he grabbed his boots and moseyed home, this was her dream after all, but she kinda liked having him around.

“Whatcha cookin?” she asked wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Ah, my girlfriend the smart-ass.” He teased.  “How’s my favorite grad student today?”

Shelby sighed and plopped into a chair, “The test was hard.”

Gunnar turned the gas off under the sauce and turned toward her. “I’m sure you aced it.”

Shelby shrugged and picked at the garlic bread.

“Well let’s see if I can make your day a little better.” He said pulling a present from under the table.

“What’s that?” she grinned.

He ripped the paper revealing a picture of the night sky over her parent’s fence, countless stars lighting up the inky atmosphere. Shelby swore she could smell the grass and hear the chirping crickets.


“Oh Gun…”

“You know we’ve been here nine months today?  I figured the only thing we really missed about home was the view.”

Shelby chewed the inside of her cheek, “You hate it here.”

“I do…” he confessed kissing her nose, “but I love you.”

Shelby’s eyes welled with the enormity of his admission.

She stood and leaned into him.

Stay.”  She mouthed against his chest.

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Inside Jokes (The Path You Choose) {Master Class}

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 “We could take in a quick bite at the restaurant at the end of the universe.”

Gabby nursed a gin and tonic and tried not to eavesdrop.

“It’s from the Hitchhiker’s Guide.”

“Is that a movie?” The big doe eyes of Misty Bell registered puzzlement and Gabby tried not to snort the alcohol out of her nose.

“No it’s from a book…” the handsome campaign volunteer tried to explain to Misty Bell. Misty Bell, oldest daughter of Gladys and Chamberlain Bell and their old, old, old money, but even all that cash didn’t ensure smarts as was evidenced by the way confusion was pulling down the corners of Misty’s perfect pout.

But t was exactly the kind of inside  joke that she and Seth would have shared and kept going all afternoon. Gabby tried to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes as she flashed back to the last few minutes she’d had with him today. Remembering him standing there with her diamond perched between his fingers took her breath away and not in a good way, because she also remembered how she’d marched over snatched the bauble from him, jammed it on her finger and stomped out the door without a word.

Who’s the idiot now?” she asked herself and looked down at her 2 carat mistake, adjusting it so it sat at the center of her finger. She hadn’t spoken to Stephen since they’d arrived together; but that was nothing new. Lately, they were just a photo op while he was off making friends and influencing voters.  And where the hell was Justine? Wasn’t this was supposed to be the last function she’d attend before she and Liam headed back to London?

“Well, hello dear. Let me admire that gorgeous ring with you.” Speak of the devil; Gladys Bell had stumbled over on her way back to the bar for a refill. She grabbed Gabby’s hand and after taking a good long look, pulled her towards her. “So you’re going to be the First Lady of New York?” she stage whispered with venom in her voice.

Gabby suddenly remembered Stephen telling her that Misty had been a summer fling a few years back. “Looks that way.” Gabby acknowledged flashing one of her thousand watt smiles. “I’m so proud of all Stephen’s accomplished already; it will be an honor to be at his side when he takes office.”

Mrs. Bell sniffed and lurched away, “ Always nice talking to you, Gabrielle.”

Jesus, was this what life was going to be like from now on? An endless parade of people whispering vile things into her ears while smiling at her face and her husband off saving the state until his own minions  starting whispering about seeking  the White House? Gabby almost fainted on the spot when she thought about the scrutiny that she and her family, oh dear God , her family, would incite once Stephen took office.

“I need another drink.” She thought . Which reminded her of Seth and his lean arms wiping down a bar with one hand and pouring a martini with the other.

Faintly lifting her empty glass to one of the waiters, she nodded and was  was adjusting  the neckline of her gown when Stephen caught her eye from across the room. Making the universal sign for “I’m sorry but I’m going to be here awhile”  he winked at her and turned back to Bud’s cronies.

Relief swept over her when she was suddenly aware  she could leave and no one would miss her now. So without thinking she deposited her empty glass on an empty table and scurried, as fast as she could in these shoes, toward the door. Looking back only once to confirm what she knew.

She never saw Bud witness her escape.

Outside she took in the night air and raised her hand for a taxi.

Seth opened the door a fraction of an inch and looked surprised to see her.



“You look nice.”

“Thanks. “ Gabby answered, not knowing what else to say, when all she really wanted to do was apologize for acting the way she had. She thought of Misty Bell.

“Hey, are you hungry?” she asked.

The corners of Seth’s mouth inched up “A little…”

Gabby flashed another of her thousand watt smiles, “Well, we could take in a quick bite at the restaurant at the end of the universe.



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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (The Chapter That Should Have Been First)

So here is the problem with taking something you’ve written and trying to put it in any kind of order for the reader. You’re going to MISS SOME. This is one of those times my friends, but today, I’m going to make it up to you….this piece should be Chapter 1, coming between What The Doughnut Saw and the morning after.


This is how Kimmy met her David and it’s worth a read.


“This is absolutely the last time I let Liza pick the venue for my birthday”

Kimmy stuck the skinny straw of her peach Bellini in the corner of her mouth and sipped.
She looked around the dark bar, eyes settling on the dance floor in the middle where everyone was enjoying her party; bodies bumping and grinding, couples pairing off, music pounding people into a good mood.

Kimmy thought about the fact that she had enough ex boyfriends to start her own baseball team, but no one here to whisper “make a wish” in her ear tonight.

Stag at her 27th birthday party.

Liza caught her pity party from across the dance floor and raised her drink in acknowledgement and blew her a kiss that Kimmy pretended to catch with an enthusiasm she didn’t feel.

Instead, she adjusted the blue off the shoulder sweater that made her eye color pop, set her drink on the bar and started to hoist herself up on a stool. Of course, in her rush to sit down, her favorite black stiletto caught in the rungs pitching her forward.

Shame flamed Kimmy’s cheeks as she realized she was heading face first to the filthy floor, when she felt a pair of strong arms gripping hers. Before she could react she was sitting up and looking up into the brownest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Whoa, easy Calhouness” the eyes said, or maybe it was a voice but she couldn’t tell, she was too busy drowning in the pools of chocolate.

“Oh I’m fine.” She blurted, finding her voice. “Thanks for catching me. I’m such a klutz.”

The eyes shined with amusement, “No problem. I like that in a woman.”

Kimmy thinking he was kidding answered, “Oh. Really?”

Brown Eyes chuckled, “Sure, makes that whole “knight in shining armor” thing a lot easier.”

Kimmy blushed and was readying a racy comeback when a hand came down on the shoulder of her handsome new friend.

Mitch Black, a man Kimmy had never met before tonight, was pounding Brown Eyes on the back.

“Buddy! You made it! And I see you met the Birthday Girl” Mitch winked seductively at Kimmy.

Brown eyes locked on her blue ones, “So, you’re Kimmy?”

“In the flesh.” she quipped back, crossing her legs, choosing seduction over comfort.

“You’re pretty.” he offered, a statement or an afterthought?

Kimmy‘s cheeks burned, refusing the compliment, while secretly praying he’d say it again.

But he didn’t get the chance because Mitch was dragging him toward the opposite end of the bar, droning on and on about “all the hot chicks at this party”.

Kimmy sighed and turned back to her drink, annoyed that her favorite gift had just been hijacked.

“Figures” she muttered to no one but herself.

She was signaling the bartender, trying to decide between another Bellini and a Cosmo, when she felt a hand at that small of her back.

Flustered and thinking it was another of her touchy feeling friends; she swung her body around and right into the muscular chest of Brown Eyes.


“Oh! Crap, sorry. ” she apologized, trying so hard not to stare.

He had blond hair, cut short with a light wave, an impish grin on a face full of sharp angles and those eyes that reminded her of chocolate kisses.

His amused expression brought her back to the present, her brain swimming with what she’d missed.

“Did you say something?”

“Just wanted to come over and say goodbye, Birthday Girl.”

“You’re leaving? Already?” Kimmy didn’t even try to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, I have a big day tomorrow; I just came by to see Mitch. Show my face, you know?”

“Oh well,  it was nice to meet you…” Kimmy’s voice trailed off as she considered calling him Brown Eyes.

“It’s David. My name’s David”

“Well, it was  really nice to meet you, David.” Kimmy smiled, putting emphasis on his name. Then David was gone, the door to the bar swinging closed behind him.

Kimmy watched him go, felt the the wind blowing back. She’d thought her night would be as uneventful as the last 26 years had been for her.

She was wrong.


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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 5)

So Kimmy and David…there is chemistry there but Kimmy decided it wasn’t enough and left.

and now it’s more than 2 years later…


(this will be the last installment until next week when I’ll share a chapter once a week) 

Chapter 5


Just about 2 years later….

Last Call!

Mitch came up behind David and slapped him on the back.

“Hey buddy, this is a happy occasion” turning his attention to the bartender he shouted “another round for me and my best friend Teddy!”

Teddy grunted, lined up the shot glasses and turned bottles upside down to fill them with Grey Goose. The clear liquid sloshed into the squat heavy tumblers.

David raised his hands, reached for Mitch and missed, nearly falling over the red seated bar stool he was no longer sitting on.

“No more!” he slurred.  “I surrender” he pleaded with his arms in the air like he was being apprehended.

Mitch’s laugh boomed over the bar, “Davey, man, this is my divorce party.  It’s.Time. To. Drink!” he shouted and drove the point home by grabbing two of the shot glasses. Toasting his best friend he gulped them one after the other then pulled his shirt sleeve over his mouth, erasing the droplets that  had been clinging to his chin.

“OH YEAH!” Mitch bellowed shaking his head from side to side as if  he wanted to rid himself of the vodka he had clearly asked for.

“I think we might be done, buddy.”  David gingerly moved the stool closer and sat down, the bar was swimming in front of his eyes. He laid his hands on the rail trying to steady himself but gave up and laid his head down on his crossed arms.

And moaned.

“Nope, no way.” Mitch scolded as he pried David out of his cat nap “not on my fucking watch old man”

David moaned again.

Mitch let out a low whistle and blew out his cheeks.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be? Here on the eve of the best night of my life? I am finally rid of that demon that calls herself my wife and you’re going to go  all girl on me?” Mitch flashed the wicked grin he always pulled out when he had a full house at the poker table.

David didn’t even try to lift his head; he just talked to the floor, “Oh right, I meant to bump into Liza at that meeting last week? Seriously, why would I go looking for trouble like that?”

Mitch couldn’t argue, couldn’t explain the circumstance of running into the best friend of the girl you left for no good reason, in New Zealand, of all places.

Mitch turned him around, reaching down to not only steady himself but place both hands on David’s shoulders, and breathed his beer soaked breath on his best friend.

“Buddy, she’s getting married, so what? It’ll probably end in divorce” chuckling at his own joke. “Besides when you left her fine ass you told her she wasn’t the one for you”

“She wasn’t supposed to find someone else” David lamented, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

“Oh hell no” Mitch bellowed grabbing at the phone. “There will be no dialing, drunk or otherwise, you haven’t talked to that girl in almost 2 years” instead it became an elaborate and slightly hysterical dance of David holding his phone in the air and Mitch lunging, grasping at air and breathing heavy as he conceded and flopped onto the stool next to David.

“I just want to hear her voice” David pleaded.

in reality he wanted  a hell of a lot more than that. He wanted to go over there,  knock on her door and kiss her on the mouth before she had a chance to push him away,but for now her voice would do.

“Well I’m not going to sit here and witness your utter demise; she probably doesn’t even remember who you are.” Mitch said as he shuffled over to the group of half dressed women who were still holding out hope of going home with someone else.

David tapped his phone to life, spelled her name and pushed call before he could stop himself.

It rang.



On the third ring just as he was getting ready to hang up after realizing it was almost 3 am, when her sleepy voice found his ear.

And then a moment later.

“David?” a drowsy question, David pictured her wrapped in the sheets, her hair a mess, a diamond sparkling on her left hand.


But she cut him off, shaking off a yawn “Oh my god!” realization hitting “David, has something happened? What’s wrong?”

“Everything. Nothing Um,  I just wanted, I mean, I saw Lize, well I didn’t mean to see her, but I saw her and she told me….”  His voice stalling, losing momentum when he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

“She told me” Kimmy sounded sad and something else, something he couldn’t quite place. “So everything is ok?”

David went to answer, but the booze caught up, the room was spinning, so he managed one sentence,
“No. Nothing is ok.”  He took a deep breath and with a bravery he would not have felt without the benefit of alcohol he forged ahead.  “I love you, don’t marry him Kimmy.”

But before he could hear her  react in any way, David gave in to the spinning and  passed out.


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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 4)

A new day, a new chapter in our story.

Here is Chapter 4 of  The Love Story of Kimmy & David.


Chapter 4

Anywhere But Here 

Kimmy banged her head on the steering wheel. She had not counted on traffic today. It was supposed to be a straight shot up Tappan Zee Bridge to Liza’s family’s country house in Connecticut. This time of year, it would be empty and that was exactly what she needed. A place to empty her head and luggage, to just sit and stare out a window for a while, she had packed books she wouldn’t read, tops she wouldn’t wear, makeup she would ignore.

Her intentions were good; to sleep and calm down, de-stress and plan her next move. However, from past experience she knew that she would cry more than she counted on, eat more potato chips than her WW points allowed and indulge in chick flicks that should just stay in their pink shiny boxes.

I want to be anywhere but here, Kimmy thought. Coincidentally it was also the song streaming out of her IPod as her blue Highlander inched forward like a person with a walker. This kd Lang song was a old favorite and Kimmy touched the knob, encouraging it to a higher volume and sang

All too often the dreams I’ve dreamed have died, And all too often I’m never satisfied

A chance of freedom, a chance of fate, A chance I’ll take

Oh, leave it all to disappear, I’m heading anywhere but here”

Kimmy, felt the hot tears pinch the side of her eyes, the ducts filling before she could stop them. She was running and she knew it. It was her choice to do this and a few hours ago, standing in her airy apartment dragging the brown alligator bag from her closet and throwing things in it before her brain could protest, she had thought this was the right decision.

David did not love her.

Her shoulders sagged with the realization every single time.

He cared about her deeply and would probably be very sad to know what she had done in a fit of clarity. Chances were he had not opened the envelope she had left for him between the screen and door yet and that was ok. Kimmy was no longer in a rush to make things happen.

Traffic moved and Kimmy put the car in drive, moved a few feet and stopped again. Music was filling up the car, the songs that normally buoyed her mood, lit her smile, and were acting like school bullies, Survivor asking if its love, Nicole Sponberg crazy in love, The Cast of Rent singing about seasons of it and even Elton John reminding her that mama can’t buy it.

They say that some things that start with a bang end with a whimper. In years to come the story of this breakup would be the same one from both sides, and that would be that David did this. But Kimmy and David both knew who was to blame, Kimmy had blinked, called in her bets. David had not folded, instead he offered to put more money in the pot, keep playing but Kimmy had decided that it was all or nothing.

The deal breaker.

As if on cue, Joan Jett was screaming inside the SUV, “I hate myself for loving you” and Kimmy hit the shuffle button, disappointed when she was given the Script singing about hearts not breaking even and then Culture Club asking “do you really want to hurt me?”

“Nope”, she whispered, “I don’t want to anyone to get hurt”.

Up ahead, traffic was rolling, cars cautiously accelerating, and she hit her own gas pedal, one hand on the wheel and the other tapping the IPod, completely ignoring the jingle of her cell phone.

No David. No Liza. No Mom. No distractions.

She was determined to make some decisions on her own this time. Maybe in a few days she’d be able to talk to David, “go somewhere only we know” and articulate her feelings.

As if the universe heard her, Alana Davis serenading her with an anthem of her late 20’s,

I’m not trying to give my life meaning, by demeaning you

and I would like to state for the record,  I did everything that I could do

I am 32 flavors and then some…

And when the tears had stopped flowing down her cheeks, Kimmy saw she was just a mile from her exit. Blinker on, she turned the car in a new direction.


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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 3)

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Today you’ll meet Kimmy’s best friend Liza and see all of this started.

Here’s Chapter 3.



Chapter 3

Stolen Moments

About 4 Months ago…..

Kimmy sighed and leaned against the door, her backside gently easing it closed, the lock clicking into place. She ran one hand over her black skirt, mindlessly smoothing the wrinkles with one hand while her other lightly touched her lips rubbed raw from his, Angelina Jolie plumped, delight creeping up her cheeks behind the blush that warmed her from the inside out.

She twirled around the room like a child, barely able to contain herself. They had made it past the awkwardness and newness of the first date, the anticipation of wondering if their chemistry would last through the second and at last succumbing to it tonight, sinking down into those kisses that only led to more passionate kisses. They were going slow, taking each other in, holding out.

Kimmy meandered around her apartment, shuttling empty glasses to the sink, lowering the volume on her IPod humming the song, and picked up her phone. Tapping the screen to life, and fighting the urge to text David,  she pulled up her missed calls and giggled.


Liza had called 3 times, sent 7 texts and tweeted a request for Kimmy to “show herself”. Kimmy jingled her bracelet watch; seeing it was 1:15 am she redialed her best friend, who picked up on the 3rd ring.


“Hi Lize, it’s me” Kimmy chirped, not even bothering to hide her amusement at picturing Liza trying to prop herself up in bed ,tuck her phone under her chin and grab her ponytail with both hands, pulling it high on her head.

“Sooooo” her best friend starts, and Kimmy knows what’s coming. The questions, the masked interest and the guilt that only a person who knows you really well can dish out and get away with.

She ignored her intended displeasure with her and squealed instead, “I literally could die of happiness right now Lize, I swear I’ve never been this happy”.

Liza yawned, loudly, to underscore how exasperated she was, “Kimber, you say that with every new guy” and another yawn, “you were supposed to call when you got home”

Kimmy whispers, “He just left” the smile never leaving her face.

“Oh Dear God, just left? So he’s pretty special huh ?” Liza tone is teasing and friendly, but Kimmy can sense the harshness underneath.

She hesitates, not because she didn’t know what to say. David is special, everything is new and shiny, every moment with him is not enough.

Kimmy who used to live for Fridays and 4pm, who would tick away minutes and hours of a day wishing for her life to start, now wants time to stand still. The dates, the emails, the text messages are all she looks forwards to anymore, well all that and those kisses.

Every other thing she is not doing with him is stolen time; like the universe is a thief. Hours at work, running errands or waiting for him to return a text tick by so slowly that she’s sure her watch must have stopped, but once he’s in her space, her disdain for all things that have numbers and hands on them is apparent.

She’d like to gather up all her useless, meaningless seconds and save them for their long discussions or movies they enjoy, cash in that allotment for more of the ones she spends in his company.

She doesn’t expect Liza to understand. She never did when her friends got involved with a guy and forgot they had a life before him, but she knows with Lize it’s more than that. She’s been there when there was no David.

“Ah c’mon Lize, you know I’m just falling for this guy, can’t you just be happy with me?

Before Liza can rebut and reassure, Kimmy’s phone bongs, a text from David: “had a great time, how about we shoot for Wednesday next week? “

“Kimmy? Kimber?, hey sweetie are you there?” Liza’s voice comes through worried but amused.

“Um,Yep,right here” Kimmy answers, but she is already gone, counting up the time slowly being taken away from her.


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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 2)

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Chapter 2

David’s Side 

I wake up holding Kimmy’s hand, annoyed that my heart has made a decision that my head hasn’t been able to all night. See normally I just ask her to go home. I watch her face fall as she becomes modest and pulls her clothes on, her eyes full of shame, while shooting daggers at me.

 They can put a man on the moon but they still haven’t found a gracious way to kick a woman out after sex.
Damn NASA.
I look at Kimmy, lost in sleep on my pillows.
Sweet, Kind, Sexy, Interesting Kimmy.
Yes, I do wonder what the hell I’m doing as I dispel the urge to just pull her closer to me, wake her up with my mouth and pull her body underneath mine to a repeat performance of last night. But if I do that there will be assumptions and expectations, forced smiles and unasked questions I could frankly do without. Instead I just sit up, stretch as quietly as I can and made my way through the room, careful not to wake Sleeping Beauty.
My hand brushes the pink blouse I practically ripped off her lost in lust hanging over the the foot-board, taking the memory that arouses me instead. Our jeans are entwined on the floor and because I like the look of that, I grab another pair and pull them on. I start walking toward the door pulling a T-shirt over my head when I trip over Kimmy’s purse.
I stifle a grunt and look down to all the spillage, a pulsing red light on her phone, indicating new messages. I resist the urge to pick it up and find out which of the other men she is currently dating, names she tries to casually drop into conversation, are wondering where she is.
Well, gentlemen, she’s satisfied and in my bed”.
Jealously isn’t normally an emotion I indulge in, but competition is.
My bed, I win.
Hey it’s not like I don’t care about this girl. I do.
She’s got the biggest heart of any person I know, actually pushing me to be a better person when she’s around. She’s sexy in a Catholic School girl way and many of my friends go between telling me she’s a great catch to offers of taking her off my hands if I’m sure ”she’s not the one”.
Jesus, it’s only been 4 months. It takes longer for a football team to make it to the Super Bowl. What’s the hurry?
Seriously, since we’ve met she’s made it her life’s work to be labeled “My girlfriend”, the thought flatters and disgusts me simultaneously. Mostly because the truth is that I love Kimmy, no not just when I’m coming, I love her as a friend.
I love the way she smiles and smells, the way she debates her favorite books and movies with me, how passionate she is about friggin everything. She is like a kid at Christmas all the time; joyful, hopeful, a true believer in magic. I love kissing her; she would tell you that I deny our chemistry, that’s bullshit. I never denied anything; I just think that chemistry isn’t  always enough. We kissed, she felt the thunderbolt, and I didn’t, I still haven’t, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop kissing her.
SO, yes I am aware that my behavior with her borders on mean. When I tell her that “we just aren’t right for each other” I know I pull the curtain back on the magic and I feel bad about that. I hate seeing her face collapse from the reality of those words. Because I also love the way she looks naked and its words like that make her take her smile and her shit and leave while asking teary questions like “what’s wrong with meeeee?”
“Nothing darlin,” I’ll want to say to her pretty blue eyes  “There is nothing wrong with you. How can I make you understand that I know we’re not right for each other?” I find it infuriating that I know this and she refuses to see it. I want her in my life and my bed, but she’s not getting my heart yet and she should really glad about it. It’s not the right place for a sweet girl like her.
But then I remember have a surprise for her, a sweet treat that should serve as a truce for today. I stopped for coffee last night and saw it sitting in the case, the decadent icing a precursor to that pink shirt she showed up in. I am willing to try with her; willing to admit that we could become something. I am going to ask her what she is doing this weekend, suggest going out of town. Yeah, I know that might lead to more expectations, but she might be worth it.
Hey maybe I’ll get the thunderbolt, if nothing else that would be progress.
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The Love Story of Kimmy & David (Chapter 1)

Last week I offered the Prologue to The Love Story of Kimmy & David and explained that I’d be posting the unedited (and very *very* rough) original pieces.

Today, CHAPTER 1.


Chapter 1

Sweet Surprise 

The sun light came in through the curtain less windows and warmed Kimmy ‘s face. She tucked her folded hands under her cheek and snuggled against the pillow. For a moment she was completely oblivious to her surroundings.

In a moment, reality set in, she opened her eyes, one at a time, dreading what she might see.

Whew. The pillow next to her was empty.


And, it was morning.


David hadn’t told her to go home? He’d let her spend the night?

Her thoughts spun, she felt happy and unsettled within moments of each other. Truthfully; her feelings for David were as discombobulated as the sheets on his bed. She clung to the sheet, pulling it up over her, closer to her bare body. Immediately, the blush started at her toes and made its way to her cheeks.

Kimmy rolled to her back and stretched her arms and legs, languishing, the dull but pleasurable ache of a night of sex evident in every sore, tightened muscle. She grinned, a small secret smile, which she put away quickly, worried David might glimpse it.

Think she was getting ideas again.

David, Handsome, Witty, Brilliant, Too-good-for-her, David.

Just the mere sound of his name sent her thoughts to illicit places. From the moment his lips met hers in a goodnight kiss four  months ago, she was as good as gone. He became a weakness, an addiction, a goal. The chemistry between them was undeniable, but he did on various occasions, when it mattered most, deny it.

Kimmy sighed, and realized that like all things out of her reach, so was David.

David, Aloof, Practical, Ever at arm’s length, “I don’t like you like that” David.

She didn’t care, she ran to him, did his bidding, took his calls, shed her clothes. He made her feel sexy and smart, relevant and interesting. So what if he only did it in periodic spurts, assuring her that she would never be his final choice?

A girl can dream.

Kimmy sat up, surveyed the room, taking in her high heels perched on the pile of their jeans, her pink blouse tossed and lying seductively over the footboard.

What a night.

David’s blue button down was on the floor, an easy reach for her hand. She leaned and scooped, wound it around her body like a cape, her arms finding the holes and pushing through, pushing herself out of bed. She caught sight of herself in the full length mirror and fluffed her  short blonde hair, buttoned the shirt only enough to be seductive. She found her lace panties and slipped them up her legs.

Where was he?

She ran on  tip toes to the top of the stairs, glanced down over the banister to the kitchen. His head bent over his laptop, feet bare and wrapped around the bottom of the stool. She could see the glow of his phone. He is probably texting another girl right now, she mused.

Well I have his shirt on, and the smile, for a millisecond, crossed her lips again.

Kimmy started down the steps and stopped, stalling, last night she had told him that if he ordered another salad or expected her to, she was never going to speak to him again. I mean honestly how much salad could one person consume before you sprouted a fluffy tail?

He had laughed, ordered something in addition to his salad, he had flirted and taken her home,  but she wondered, as she often did, if she had crossed a line with him.

She chastised herself, sighing loudly, grabbing his attention.

“Hey” David called, beckoning her down to the kitchen.

“Morning” Kimmy answered as her feet hit the cold tile.

“Nice shirt” he acknowledged . His grin unmistakable.


“Hungry?” he started

She was hungry, famished. However, she knew from his lifestyle and food choices what she wanted wasn’t in any drawer or cupboard in this house. A cookie would be more welcome at a fat camp.

“..Because I got you something”.
He pushed his bowl of whole grain cereal to the side and there it was resting on a paper plate.
He watched Kimmy’s face, guaging her reaction to the gift, watching her eyes for an answer.

A doughnut.

Dripping with pink icing, sprinkled with tiny candy hearts, something so out of character in this space that she gasped with joy.

David, amused now, slid the plate in front of Kimmy, pulled her toward him, planted a kiss on the side of her mouth, allowing her access to the gooey treat.

“Share?” he asked, handing her a knife she just noticed on the island.

Leaning into him, she cut it right down the middle, offering him half, biting into hers.
Her mouth tasted the truce, the shared secret within the sweet glaze.
She lifted her eyes to his.
“This” Kimmy giggled, “Is progress”.
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Caught! {The Path You Choose} (Studio30Plus & Inspiration Monday)

I am currently enjoying the beaches of New Jersey as we say goodbye to summer this Labor Day Weekend.

Carrie and I invite you to  read the newest chapters in our story of choices and paths you choose.

Click HERE to read hers today. (It’s explosive!!!)







Gabby knew it’d been too good to be true. For almost two months she’d been able to keep the two worlds she was living in a secret from everyone and in hindsight she realized that it was about time someone finally caught her.

She’d been bouncing from galas and fundraisers, dressing the socialites that were attending and playing the dutiful fiancé of the future governor of New York in one life and in the other she was blissfully happy to order Chinese or find some small out- of- the- way places where she could spend time alone with Seth. Lately, she’d been feigning migraines more often or blaming a difficult customer and a late appointment so that she could be excused from the political circus that Steven had no choice but to be part of. She attended just enough of the festivities to calm the rumor mills and make sure that she was seen as a loyal and involved part of the Taylor clan.

Thankfully it hadn’t been photographers for The Post or The Times that had discovered her and Seth mid-clench in that little bistro in SOHO last week. Nope, instead Gabby had desperately tried to pull her skirt back down over her thighs and adjust her blouse as she took in Libby and their friend Trent standing slack jawed and shaking their heads in disbelief at their display in the corner booth.

Trent was a buyer for Michael Kors who was simply too good looking to be straight, so it was a good thing he wasn’t. Once he’d tsked-tsked his way past her to insert himself between them in the small booth, all the while winking and making the blush in her cheeks seep down into her v-neck, he’d presented his hand to Seth.

“Well, well, well. Hello handsome. “

Seth got a deer in the headlights look on his face as he shook Trent’s hand, straining to lock eyes with her.

“It’s okay.” She soothed reaching for his hand across the table.

“Oh yes,” Trent agreed, his blonde hair bouncing across his eyes as he nodded, ‘everything is a-okay.”

“So Gabs, who’s your friend?”  Trent asked.

But before Gabby could find her own voice it was Libby’s that thundered inside the cozy café, “Yeah, Gabby,” she hissed , “who the hell is this?”

Gabby flinched at question and obvious hurt in her best friend’s voice.

She looked up at Libby and whimpered, “I’ve been meaning to tell you. “

Libby eyes glared at her, “Oh well, if you’ve been meaning to tell me, I guess that’s okay. Next you’ll tell me you’ve been too busy…”

“Libby, please…”

“Oh right, we friggin work together, in the same space, for more than eight hours a day, every day.”

Gabby felt Seth and Trent watching their exchange with a confused mix of worry and interest. She blushed again when Seth tried to defend her, opening his mouth before Trent shut him down by placing his index finger against his own lips, “Shhh, this isn’t your fight right now my friend.”

“Libby,” she said as she stood up to look her friend in the eyes, “I know you must be angry…”

“Gabrielle, angry doesn’t come close to scratching the surface of what I’m feeling right now. How could you keep something like this, like him” she said pointing at Seth, “from me?”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but instead of breaking down, Gabby made her way around Libby and coaxed Seth from the booth. As soon as he was standing Gabby took his hand and looked at her friends, “Libby, Trent;  I’d like to you to meet Seth Foley.”



Studio30Plus had two great prompts this week, I used SCRATCH.

and for Inspiration Monday with bekindrewrite:

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I used the prompt word:

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