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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

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Apartment 16. Tamara Turner. History (Part 7)

I was about to type in a reply when a whispered hiss came from behind me. I turned automatically, searching for the source, to find Michael leaning forward in his chair right behind mine. He shook his head when his eyes met mine, seemingly mock-scolding me for being on my phone in class.

"I thought you were supposed to be a straight-A student," he whispered, laying his chin on his folded arms on the table. A curl of his raven hair fell over his forehead, resting on his brow.

"I didn't know you were in this class," I whispered back, not knowing what else to say to him. 

Both his eyebrows lifted as he feigned surprise. "Huh. I thought you'd at least notice me sitting behind you for the past few months but I guess not." 

"You've never sat behind me," I said incredulously.