THE Beau Hamilton?
Cara drove up to Beau’s house Monday morning. She was early, so she sat inside her truck staring off into the distance. The last week had been wonderful. Beau was everything she’d ever wanted in a boyfriend and then some. He was kind, smart, fun, and he liked her for who she was. What she looked like didn’t matter. Still, she worried a bit about that. What will he think of me when he can see? Will he still want me? She hoped so, because she craved his kisses, and his touch set her on fire. Every time they fell into each other’s arms, it grew more desperate. She ached with wanting him but was afraid to take it too far too soon.
She’d wanted to share her good fortune with Lexie and Ted, but so far, she’d been selfish, keeping her newfound romance a secret from everyone, even her little sister who’d asked only that morning why Cara was in such a good mood all the time lately. Her answer was noncommittal, simply saying that she was grateful for her new job. Erica didn’t think a job was anything to be over the moon about, but she accepted it.
She’d stepped out of the truck, onto the curb, a backpack slung over her shoulder, and looked back at her sister.
“You’re so weird, Cara. You need a boyfriend. It’s not normal for someone your age to be single.” Then, Erica slammed the door and ran off to class.
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