Hi everyone! The last year I've been writing my very first book! I wanted to share a couple of extracts with you and hopefully you will like it! Let me know what you think okay? :)
Ever since I saw him, it was lost, I was lost. And I felt nothing could ever compete, nothing could ever be the same, no one could beat him. When I first laid eyes on him, I knew that this was it and that was all I ever wanted it to be. Before I had never really known what I wanted, of course I wanted love, who didn't? But it always remained abstract to me, love was an abstract thing that I couldn't grasp or contain. But when I saw him I knew it was him, he was the one I was looking for without searching. I know some of you might call it attraction, that it was more a physical reaction than anything other, and I know that how hard I'd try, you wouldn't believe me if I said that this wasn't the case. He kept me awake at night, he appeared in my dreams, he was running circles in my mind, and I was left restless. Bear in mind that I only saw him for about an hour, one hour and he had left me broken and shattered, because I knew I would never see him again. He lived in a different country, that I happened to be visiting when I suddenly bumped into him and nothing was ever the same. That raven-black hair, those chocolate brown eyes, the grey suit that fit him like it was his own skin. The eye shattering smile he shared with me, and I was lost under his spell. Leaving him was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, I had to walk away from something while I knew deep inside that I belonged there. I returned, tried to find him again, but he wasn't working there that night, needless to say I was disappointed, very disappointed. And when I got back home, none of them could compete. None of them were good enough. None of them caught my eye nor my interest. Because it wasn't him.
Eyes met eyes and I saw fire burning in his. Our hands touched and I felt my skin electrifying under his touch. He brought his head closer to mine and I knew that there was no way back, and it was all I ever wanted since we first met. I felt his lips brush against mine and in that moment we were the only two people alive, this was like fireworks on New Years Eve. His hands explored my skin while our kisses deepened. It was beyond anything that I have ever felt and this was the only place I wanted to be for the rest of my life: next to him. My hands brushed through his hair; oh how I loved his hair, it was so black and thick I could barely see my fingers in it. Those beautiful brown eyes locked with mine and I couldn't look away, I was mesmerized by them. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed, without letting go of me once. Our skins met and it felt like fire, we were giving off sparks. Our kisses got deeper and deeper and in that moment we could not be without one another, we had started it and we had to finish it now. Our feet got entangled and our hearts needed nothing more than this. We had become one.
One morning I was sitting outside on the porch rejoicing in a rather feeble, but still enjoyable April sun, when Maddie came outside and sat down next to me. She rested her head on her arms, which were crossed, across her knees. I could hear her sigh loudly, as if she wanted me to notice something was burdening her but she was scared to tell me. “What's wrong Maddie?” I asked kindly, as I glanced over to her and she stared into nothingness. “I'm almost twelve now, mom, and I think I would like to know my daddy.” She raised her eyelids and looked at me with a depth in her eyes that I really wanted to fill. “Are you sure?” I asked kindly and she nodded slowly. “I've been thinking about it a lot and it hasn't been easy, first trying to grieve over the loss of my first dad; and then trying to accept that I actually have a different dad.” She was nervously playing with the hem of her sleeve. I reached out my arm for hers and slowly started to stroke it. “I can only begin to imagine how hard it was for you, Maddie. But I only want to introduce you to your father if you are one hundred per cent sure about it.” “Oh, but I am mother. It's all I've been thinking about lately.” She admitted and she stared, with that same empty look in her face, at the wooden floor of the portico. “Okay, if you're that sure then I can arrange a meeting with him. Would you rather meet him here or elsewhere?” “Here will be just fine.” “When would you like to see him?” “The sooner the better. I'm scared I will chicken out of I wait too long.” I nodded. “How about tomorrow?” “Can he make it tomorrow?” “We've become very good friends again, Maddie, and I know for a fact that he would cancel any appointments he might have just to see you.” I drew circles with my thumb across her cheeks and she smiled at me. “That's nice to hear.” “Who wouldn't want to meet an amazing girl like you?” I said while I poked her cheek, which made her laugh.