It wasn’t sympathy or disgust, it was acceptance. It was something Jasmine hadn’t experienced with a man. Not only had Jasmine spent years struggling with her weight she has a disorder no one understands.
At seventeen a teenage girl does the most horrible thing a teenager could do to another. From that moment forth Jasmine struggled with the terrible disorder that has always rubbed those who don’t understand the wrong way
After two disastrous dates, Jasmine vows never to go on a date again, even if it means being single for the rest of her life. But one morning after she drops by a coffee shop she meets Zack.
Zack is tall, handsome and an extremely successful architect dealing with some issues of his own. Zack seems to understand her completely and perhaps he understands her more than she understands herself. And so their unlikely journey begins. Zack becomes the key she needs to finally break free, fall in love and possibly feel normal again.
He lifted her hand to his chest and looked into her eyes. That said it all and without much thought Jasmine pulled the keys from her bag and put them into the keyhole. She shut her eyes knowing very well that the minute she stepped into the house she would have to turn the key back and forth to make sure it was locked. Did she really want him to see that part of her?
The door unlocked and she stepped in and Zack stepped in behind her. She pushed the door closed, placed the latch on and put the key into the keyhole. She leaned against the door in darkness and turned the key once but couldn’t resist the urge to turn it back and forth. She scrunched her eyes closed with her other hand against the door and began to turn the key back and forth. She felt him move closer and his hand touched hers and together they were turning the key back and forth. His lips gently touched her neck, his hand not moving from hers. She gasped at the feeling, the soft touch of his lips and slowly and surely the turning back and forth of the key stopped.
Jasmine reached for the light to the left of the door and again the urge to switch it off and on overwhelmed her. But that didn’t stop him, instead he kept his hand over her hand and as she switched the light off and on, his hand simply followed her lead. Jasmine shut her eyes and let his tender lips explore her outer neck. It sent shivers down her spine that exploded between her legs. She’d never felt this way with anyone and although it was a new feeling it was the best feeling in the world.
‘I…’ she stopped flicking the light and turned towards him.
‘Ssssh, its okay,’ he whispered and cupped her chin in his hand. ‘It’s okay.’
About the Author
Iris is a romance author and loves to read and write interracial romance... Iris loves to tackle things people rarely talk about. She loves to bring love where it seems the hardest place to find it. She sees love as the flower that grows in the desert or out of a rock. Her stories are about love that penetrates the hardest of places. In short, her stories are about hope and overcoming.
Iris resides in the United Kingdom, with her lovely daughter and a crazy eyed German Shepherd. When Iris is not writing or reading you'll find her taking walks in the countryside with her doggy or spending time with friends and family.
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