Unforeseen - Claire Kincaid - Bog

When new teacher-assistant Tracy starts her new job at a small-town college, miles away from her home, she wants a fresh start... she needs a fresh start... but when she meets Maureen, there are sparks and that was completely unforeseen!Download FREE with Kindle Unlimited!Tracy kept on walking down the street, waiting for the next flash of light. It came soon enough, but the deafening thunder caught her by surprise, for she had barely had enough time to count to one. In a matter of seconds, the rain started coming down in large, fast, painful drops. Tracy's head knew that she had to get back home as quickly as possible, but her legs wouldn't cooperate, planted in place by that other part of her brain that was convinced that freezing to death out here was better than ever going back to that depressing house. Or back to teaching, really."Hey!" she heard someone call out, in between the splashes and taps of the raindrops around her. She turned around towards the voice. A girl in black leather tights and a stretched out white tank top was standing on the porch of a two-story house. All the lights were on, and Tracy could see the silhouettes of dozens of people dancing and laughing and chatting. "Come on, girl!" the young woman on the porch yelled again, waving her over. "Pneumonia is no joke. Come!" As if Tracy's legs had a mind of their own, they started moving, guiding her straight towards the house. She crossed the street without looking, stepping into every single puddle that was in her way. She climbed the porch steps and stood at the top, panting and shaking the rain off of her. The younger girl had leaned back against the wall and was taking long drags of her cigarette, watching her. "Better, right?" the girl smiled when Tracy caught her eye. "Yeah," Tracy breathed and her eyes involuntarily started traveling down the girl's body. Catching herself, she swiftly brought them up to her face again. "Isn't it sort of ironic, though, how you wanted to protect me from pneumonia when you're out here half-naked? At least I'm wearing a coat." "There are different rules for people with icy cold hearts," the girl said, and the cigarette smoke playfully danced out of her lips, as if she was actually exhaling ice. To continue reading this contemporary lesbian romance short story, scroll back up and click the BUY NOW button on top right side of this page for an immediate download!