Help, Im the worst kind of damsel in distress. - Jen Wesolowski (best historical fiction books of all time .TXT) 📗

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Andrea was fetching the toast when Florence reiterated the damage that the storm had recalled. She talked about how trees all over the area had be ripped to shreds, and the nearest highway had been temporarily out of commission. I worried for a second, realizing that I knew no other route home.

“Hunnie“, Florence smiled at me. “You surely must stay for dinner, this way we could wait on word about the roads“.

I obliged and a warm prickle touched inside of me, because I knew it meant I could spend more time with Thomas.

After breakfeast, Andrea insisted on us heading out to the water to catch an early swim. I reminded her that I didn’t have a change of clothes, and a swim suit to say the least but she offered me one of her own.

I accepted her offer and made a crack at Thomas about how I was going to the bathroom to change, and that one free show was enough.

He laughed, and his crinkled nose made me sink like a little girl.

Out on the beach the sight was especially gorgeous today. Something about the post prevailing of mother nature made the most unique rapture on the scene. Andrea then shined a puzzling smile toward me, and when she spoke the eerie feeling deepened my enthusiasm.

“Soooo.” Andrea coyly yawned.

“Soo?” I answered, a bit confused.

“What’s with the googoly eyes between you and my brother?”

I cringed with defeat, wanting right then and there to indulge about my over powering senses I felt toward him, but I was resistant.

“What ever do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m not blind you know?” “I saw the way you two were looking at each other.” she admitted. “You know, Thomas is really… funny about who he migrates toward, but the way he was eying you this morning, I would dare say he has a thing for you.”

Her words pierced through my skin, and I had the sudden urge to call out for it felt as if my heart was trying to escape from my chest.

“Oh?” is all I could rummage.

“Yeah, but there is something you should know about Thomas.” Andrea leaked. “He is an incredible person, aside from being reluctant toward most girls.” “He had a over diminishing past relationship that he tends to compare, sometimes he is impossible to reach emotionally.”

Stunned by her words, I couldn’t believe what she was saying. If that in fact was legitimate, Thomas completely one hundred percent “got” me. The chemistry him and I shared was too immense to be fabricated.

I smiled at her genuinely, being thankful for her words. I then looked over the crisp morning horizon and imagined a soft prayer.

My mind was mesmerizing and I dozed off into my own thoughts.

Not a cloud in sight, only the shadow of my hand,
Can this be a trace of him, who, my beloved man.
The trees swauk as the wind carries it on,
The pebbles swim around, can this be a sign leading me to my beloved man?
The robins tweak for the longer days,
And the shine absorbs my gentlest of ways.
Its like a mist, blown to me, like a fan.
The heavens praise, this can very well be your beloved man.

I ventured off alone down the strip of the sand and I collected the prettiest of rocks, each reminding me a little of Thomas. I sat alone in the sand while the wind trickled my hair.

The amount of happiness I felt was too matchless to explain, I can only feel it. I splashed my toes in the breezy water and I thanked my lord for this beautiful blessing. I wasn’t broken afterall. This was just the beginning of my bias and I was willing to plunge in with all that I had.

What came next was too overbearing for noticeable conduct.

“There you are, I heard him call out from a distance.”

I turned knowing exactly what I wanted. Him.

I greeted him with a sensible smile, and I motioned for him to take a seat next to me in the sand.

We sat there for an instant just feeling each others high pitched vibrations. I broke the silence.

“What are your beliefs, you mentioned last night?”

My question caught him off guard and I appreciated his time for preciseness. It showed me that the importance of his principles were very dear to him.

“Well, I’m what you would call a truth addict.” he answered. “no matter how ugly or grotesque, I feel like the truth is what matters in the end.” “I believe in faith and inner guidance.” “Also that there must, need, to be a higher power but I still haven’t quite came to amends with yet.” “beauty and grace are the means of importance.” “it’s the smallest things that have the greatest impact of a persons well being.” “And true love, I strongly believe in true love.”

When he finished my daze was uncanny, but strictly clear. The man sitting next to me, I loved. I loved with a passion so directly that I felt like I was caught on fire.

This overbearing recognition was so tremendous, I couldn’t keep it inside of me any longer. I scampered with restlessness and I exhaled a word.

“luminous.”

His timid lips reached for mine, and we embraced in a magical meeting.

The scent of his skin earnest with enchantment. I felt like a lost cause drug user, with his kiss being my downfall.

After the entanglement, he mumbled something that at first I thought I mistakenly heard. “I love you.”

As the day ticked on, so did my patience of doubtfully visions. Did Thomas tell me that he loved me? Could he of said that, right there, out in the open air without me fully remembering? The thoughts lessened at the time ticked scarcely between us.

We flirted, and cuddled and joked about reluctances of the world. But my never ending anxiety always reiterated my possible knowledge of Thomas’s feelings.

We had pasta for dinner, and Thomas studied my moves like a scientist on a breakthrough mission. It made me feel alive, I have long forgotten what it felt like to me adored by a man, truly idolized. It felt nice.

After the meal, I unwillingly decided to head back home, for my absence had been long prevailed. I said my teary goodbyes, for it was a bonding experience I had created, with each member.

Thomas walked me out to where my car was destined in the poor conditions a day ago. And he first handedly choked up with admitting that he wanted nothing more but to hop in with me and come meet my family. I laughed inside at this notion, for if he only knew my family, he wouldn’t be so eager. But I kissed him like they do in the movies where the husband gets shipped off to war, and that was the only thing I would think about for the entire ride home.

When I walked inside my door, the essence of harmony lingered with me. I reasoned with myself to shower and the simplest day to day activity was essential in a matter of fact way.

After my cleansing I skipped to the kitchen to fetch my cell phone charger. I slapped it in the clasp and I headed upstairs.

I took a nap, a dreamless state but I woke up restored. I dripped down my stairs, and grabbed my phone before I fixed myself a sandwich. I glanced at the time discovering that I had a new text message. A zephyr without warning dug out my pulse, grasping the fact that I knew who it was from.

I shut my eyes tightly then hit the button to read what was sent.

“I hope you didn’t have trouble getting home. Oh and by the way you look beautiful in your bare skin.” He finalized the message with a devious little smiley face. While my pulse rabidly bounced around.

Without a minute passing I responded back to Thomas, and then he called me where we then talked for about an hour.

We had made plans for the following night, and that he would pick me up around 7:00.
We ate dinner at a low key restaurant that showed tons of character. The painting next to our table was one I knew well that was master pieced by an artist whom suffered from schizophrenia.

While dining we talked by a whisker and mostly just sent each other kittenish eyes.

After the meal we drove to a secluded spot where Thomas said was very dear to him, the one place he went to be alone.

We sat chit-chatting in his car. I felt so protected when I was with him. It was as if anything could happen but I knew nothing, not even the sky falling, could tremor me.

His lips they flamed as he confided in me about memories and hardships he had experienced. I knew then that the feeling of ultimate safety was mutual in our link.

When he paused, I couldn’t resist but to comment on the fact the time was 9:44.

“Silly I know, I exclaimed.” “But I have sort of a ’tied’ union, towards the number four.”

He looked at me in disbelief, and then I got a peculiar feeling like he was scrutinizing me. Embarrassed as I was I still thought I should explain what exactly I meant by ’tied’. I then blabbed on about its ’coincidental’ factors it shared with me. The whole time in me doing so, Thomas’s face was the palest of color, and in moonlight it almost looked blue.

“Weird I know.” I admitted, with a coy look.

“Weird couldn’t even justify the abnormality of it all.” He added.

Before I could reach for something to say he opened his mouth to elaborate.

“What I mean is.. I too have a direct intimacy with that number.” “I was almost blown away, literally inside, when you shared that.” he kept the conversation going by saying how when he was 4 years old, he watched his father die in a car accident, bleeding to death while the ambulance were on their way. This gave me shivers that hemorrhaged my heart. He also admitted that his birthday was October 4th, and that he too had similar dispatches the same as me.

“I just couldn’t quite figure out what it had meant.” He said. “There was a point in time where I became borderline obsessed, but then I figured it was something that you could never search for its meaning.” “It just has to happen, and then it will be, and you will know it.”

I stayed dreamy in his words and there was nothing left to be said. I darted out of the car tearing each clothing of mine off in a brisk heat. It was drizzling now, and I merrily yelled for him to join me.

He mimicked my action and I grabbed his hands urging him to dance with me.

The moon was full, and it shined perfectly on our unclothed skin.

My blood was pumping so fiercely I thought that it could pour out of me. I jumped in