Arianna Rose: The Awakening (Part 2) by Christopher Martucci, Jennifer Martucci Page B
Authors: Christopher Martucci, Jennifer Martucci
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Luke lay next to her drifting off to sleep.
The light of the bathroom cast a soft glow on his face , caressing his features, softening them. With his hair in a state of disarray and his countenance completely relaxed, he looked much younger than he was, boyish really. Her heart clenched tightly. She felt as though she’d betrayed him.
Shame clawed at her as she slid beneath the cover s beside him. She kissed his forehead lightly and saw his eyelashes flutter. He was asleep already. She rested on her side for several minutes watching h im sleep, wondering if he dreamed . He looked peaceful, and vulnerable, and the squeezing in her heart intensified. Exhausted and with another tw o- hour drive ahead of her, she settled her head against the pillow and inched closer to Luke. Sleep found her immediately, and she floated off into oblivion.
Chapter 9
The sun had not yet made its appearance when Arianna and Luke left the Main Street Motor Inn. Stars still orname nted the velvety abyss and the M oon had just begun its descent. They’d dressed and grabbed food from the takeout window of a fast-food restaurant before they’d resumed their drive to Rockdale. Luke had not mentioned their night together and Arianna wondered why. In fact, for the remaining two hours it had taken them to jo urney to the town she’d lived in just a few short weeks ago , Arianna had begun to fret about his silence on the subject. She had been reluctant to bring it up herself, especially since at the height of her arousal, Desmond had invaded her thoughts, and had become the subject of a sexual fantasy. Merely recalling the scenario , of her fantasizing about Desmond while making love to Luke, made her cheeks burn, guilt and dis comfort conspiring against her. She was certain Luke had no way of knowing of her fantasy; he was not capable of mindreading. Yet, he ’d acted as though he knew and had been oddly silent for much of the ride. He’d left the radio on, but it had not been playing so loudly that a conversation would have been impossible. She wondered whether he had been displeased with her sexual performance. He had seemed happy enough with it last night. But she didn’t know what he’d been accustomed to. Perhaps he was used to more adventurous interplay, or found her body unattractive.
Suddenly plagued with insecurities and doubts she was unacquainted with , she began to feel anxiety stir in the pit of her stomach. First, her little jealous schoolgirl episode in the dinner had occurred, and now this. She was the Sola , possessed supernatural power and was designated to unite her fellow witches , yet was worrying over her boyfriend being quiet . It all seemed so absurd. Whatever his reason for silence, she was determined to not waste another moment fretting over it. They were headed to find Lily. Everything else would be addressed, or not, another time.
When finally they turned on to Lily’s street, the uncomfortable silence that had plagued Arianna for the two- hour drive had become unimportant. The white Victorian waited at the end of a long tree-lined street. A warning breathed at the back of her neck and tiptoed down the length of her spine. Lily’s house typically looked warm and inviting, but not today. Cloaked in t hick fog , the steep roof pitches and pointed decorative gable trim assumed a hostile, foreboding quality . Mist shrouded the entire neighborhood, covering it like a funeral shroud. It clung to the cedars that flanked the residential ro ad causing t heir limbs to dr oop as if carrying the fog as they would the weight of wet snow. As they drew closer, Arianna immediately noticed that both of Lily’s parent’s cars were parked in the driveway. The digital clock on the radio read 7:45 a.m. Neither Lily nor her parents would have left for school yet. The presence of the cars should have been a promising development, but didn’t feel
The light of the bathroom cast a soft glow on his face , caressing his features, softening them. With his hair in a state of disarray and his countenance completely relaxed, he looked much younger than he was, boyish really. Her heart clenched tightly. She felt as though she’d betrayed him.
Shame clawed at her as she slid beneath the cover s beside him. She kissed his forehead lightly and saw his eyelashes flutter. He was asleep already. She rested on her side for several minutes watching h im sleep, wondering if he dreamed . He looked peaceful, and vulnerable, and the squeezing in her heart intensified. Exhausted and with another tw o- hour drive ahead of her, she settled her head against the pillow and inched closer to Luke. Sleep found her immediately, and she floated off into oblivion.
Chapter 9
The sun had not yet made its appearance when Arianna and Luke left the Main Street Motor Inn. Stars still orname nted the velvety abyss and the M oon had just begun its descent. They’d dressed and grabbed food from the takeout window of a fast-food restaurant before they’d resumed their drive to Rockdale. Luke had not mentioned their night together and Arianna wondered why. In fact, for the remaining two hours it had taken them to jo urney to the town she’d lived in just a few short weeks ago , Arianna had begun to fret about his silence on the subject. She had been reluctant to bring it up herself, especially since at the height of her arousal, Desmond had invaded her thoughts, and had become the subject of a sexual fantasy. Merely recalling the scenario , of her fantasizing about Desmond while making love to Luke, made her cheeks burn, guilt and dis comfort conspiring against her. She was certain Luke had no way of knowing of her fantasy; he was not capable of mindreading. Yet, he ’d acted as though he knew and had been oddly silent for much of the ride. He’d left the radio on, but it had not been playing so loudly that a conversation would have been impossible. She wondered whether he had been displeased with her sexual performance. He had seemed happy enough with it last night. But she didn’t know what he’d been accustomed to. Perhaps he was used to more adventurous interplay, or found her body unattractive.
Suddenly plagued with insecurities and doubts she was unacquainted with , she began to feel anxiety stir in the pit of her stomach. First, her little jealous schoolgirl episode in the dinner had occurred, and now this. She was the Sola , possessed supernatural power and was designated to unite her fellow witches , yet was worrying over her boyfriend being quiet . It all seemed so absurd. Whatever his reason for silence, she was determined to not waste another moment fretting over it. They were headed to find Lily. Everything else would be addressed, or not, another time.
When finally they turned on to Lily’s street, the uncomfortable silence that had plagued Arianna for the two- hour drive had become unimportant. The white Victorian waited at the end of a long tree-lined street. A warning breathed at the back of her neck and tiptoed down the length of her spine. Lily’s house typically looked warm and inviting, but not today. Cloaked in t hick fog , the steep roof pitches and pointed decorative gable trim assumed a hostile, foreboding quality . Mist shrouded the entire neighborhood, covering it like a funeral shroud. It clung to the cedars that flanked the residential ro ad causing t heir limbs to dr oop as if carrying the fog as they would the weight of wet snow. As they drew closer, Arianna immediately noticed that both of Lily’s parent’s cars were parked in the driveway. The digital clock on the radio read 7:45 a.m. Neither Lily nor her parents would have left for school yet. The presence of the cars should have been a promising development, but didn’t feel
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