Or I could entitle this: The Easy Cut And Paste Post! *laughs*
I'm rockin' in my WIP right now. Totally absorbed, getting some nice polished words down every day. It feels great. I know I love reading excerpts on other blogs, and it's always fun to share, so here we go:
John Doe’s room was just two doors down from mine. His window overlooked the backyard and I shut the thin drapes, not wanting to be a fishbowl to the rest of the neighborhood. I’d chosen this room, not only because it was where John Doe would be when the extraction team came, but also because it didn’t have a bed—only a couch. I knew Zach had the wrong idea about tonight, but I hoped the room being bedless would delay things.
Without saying a word, Zach shut off the lights and moved forward, bringing me down to the couch and locking his lips against mine. His scent stung my eyes and his minty breath flooded my mouth. I put my hands against his chest and pushed.
“The drugs?” I asked bluntly.
“Later,” he murmured, putting his mouth back on mine. His tongue dipped in.
“No,” I said, pushing him back again.
Anger tightened his features. He hovered over me, his arms on both sides of my head. I’d never thought of Zach as a violent person, but in that moment, with the moonlight shining on his face, I wasn’t so sure.
“I just… need them to loosen up,” I lied quickly. “I want to do this, Zach.” I tried to show sincerity in my eyes.
He relaxed, his shoulders slumping over me. “Yeah, sure. I can see how… well, knowing everything with your brother…” He rolled off to the side and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small bottle of pills.
“This will help,” he said. “But only take one. I don’t want to do this with you half asleep.”
I didn’t want to be asleep either. I needed my wits. Checking the clock on my phone, I groaned at the time. Fifteen minutes. Could I hold Zach off for that long?
“Thanks,” I said, taking the bottle. My hands shook as I removed one small white pill. My insides squirmed and heat flushed up the sides of my neck.
I couldn’t do this.
At first, I thought it’d be enough to just have the drugs on me, but what if they did a blood test for proof? I couldn’t let anything spoil this. Not for Jason. I’d do anything for Jason.
I slowly lifted the pill to my mouth. Just this once, Al, I thought. Never again. It was for the greater good. Zach grabbed the bottle from my hands and swallowed his own, before relaxing back on the couch. Taking one last peek at the clock, I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed. It stuck hard in my throat.
There. Not so bad.
Alrighty, there you go. Thanks for reading and I hope all of your current projects are going well!
Red. Head. Out. :D