First, the poem in all its glory
smile, inane mind
smell (of) gold glints
strong stubble and
hot chocolate voice
From “The Hook Up (Game On #1)” by Kristen Callihan
Image by lufra
A short passage from the story:
“Disappointment is swift and sharp. I have zero interest in getting to know the star quarterback. Chest tight, I turn away and try to ignore him. Easier said than done.
Holy hell, he’s potent. Heat and vitality come off him in waves. I think I sway a bit. He is close enough that I notice the faint stubble along his strong chin and the glints of gold in his brown hair. He wears it cut short, and thick clusters of it spike along the top and front. It’s flattened a bit on one side as if he’d rolled out of bed and forgotten to brush it. But I doubt that was the case, because he smells fantastic—like warm pears and crisp air. I almost lean in for a better whiff, but manage to control myself.
I gape up at him, too shocked to even form a proper glare. And he squints back, that inane smile still in place, as if he’s waiting for me to answer. My mind is stuck on one thing.
His voice is dark chocolate on a hot summer night.”
Highlighted sentences written backwards, interesting words taken out:
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