Hi all, Here's a short excerpt from my YA/ NA retelling ( If okay to post?) Hope you enjoy! xxx
I take the stuff back to the bathroom. Ellie’s singing. She has a sweet, calming voice. Leaning against the doorframe, just listening for a few verses before knocking. No answer. I open the door and cover my eyes, dumping the clothes and boots on the floor before leaving. I wanted to look, but I made her a promise. I always keep my word, no matter how tempting it is to break it. The shower stops running. “You okay?” I shout through the door. “Great, thanks!” “I left some clothes; they look about your size. Hope they’re okay? Couldn’t find anything fancy.” “They seem fine,” she shouts back. A few minutes pass. I hear the shuffling of fabrics and Ellie cutely chuntering to herself. “Ash?” “Yeah?” “Would you come in here for a moment please?” “Err, sure…hope you’re decent?” I laugh. Opening the door, she’s sat on the side of the bath with one boot on and the other in her hand, looking sorry for herself. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t get this one on. I’ve tried but it hurts. Will you help me?” “Sure.” I kneel at her feet; pull her sock down to give her foot the once over. “It’s still pretty swollen. We just need to loosen the laces.” I go to work on them. Carefully taking her ankle, I help to glide her foot into the boot. “There it fits!” I chuckle, as she throws her arms around my neck and embraces me. “What was that for?” I ask, when she pulls her warm cheek away from mine. “Because I felt like it.” She beams, and that gap between her front teeth makes her smile ten times more enticing. “It’s just a shoe.” I shrug, getting to my feet. “Well, to me it’s so much more.” She stands. “You look great.” I take in her casual jeans and jumper look. Like this, she doesn’t look above me; in fact, we look like we fit. She could easily pass as a country girl.
Here's a short excerpt from my YA/ NA retelling ( If okay to post?)
Hope you enjoy! xxx
I take the stuff back to the bathroom. Ellie’s singing. She has a sweet, calming voice. Leaning against the doorframe, just listening for a few verses before knocking. No answer. I open the door and cover my eyes, dumping the clothes and boots on the floor before leaving. I wanted to look, but I made her a promise. I always keep my word, no matter how tempting it is to break it. The shower stops running.
“You okay?” I shout through the door.
“Great, thanks!”
“I left some clothes; they look about your size. Hope they’re okay? Couldn’t find anything fancy.”
“They seem fine,” she shouts back. A few minutes pass. I hear the shuffling of fabrics and Ellie cutely chuntering to herself. “Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you come in here for a moment please?”
“Err, sure…hope you’re decent?” I laugh. Opening the door, she’s sat on the side of the bath with one boot on and the other in her hand, looking sorry for herself.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t get this one on. I’ve tried but it hurts. Will you help me?”
“Sure.” I kneel at her feet; pull her sock down to give her foot the once over. “It’s still pretty swollen. We just need to loosen the laces.” I go to work on them. Carefully taking her ankle, I help to glide her foot into the boot. “There it fits!” I chuckle, as she throws her arms around my neck and embraces me.
“What was that for?” I ask, when she pulls her warm cheek away from mine.
“Because I felt like it.” She beams, and that gap between her front teeth makes her smile ten times more enticing.
“It’s just a shoe.” I shrug, getting to my feet.
“Well, to me it’s so much more.” She stands.
“You look great.” I take in her casual jeans and jumper look. Like this, she doesn’t look above me; in fact, we look like we fit. She could easily pass as a country girl.