Marketing for Romance Writers Newsletter January, 2017 Volume # 10, Issue #1 | Page 6

M. S. KAYE( Cont.) ONCE
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M. S. KAYE( Cont.) ONCE

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Her first and also her once.
Jonathan and Rebecca’ s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.
But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.
Without each other’ s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.
But are they able to forget and let go?
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I moved to lie facing him so I could caress him to sleep. He watched me with those piercing eyes, but I didn’ t meet them, couldn’ t meet them. He would see. I focused on the beautiful gold of his skin, the shine of his hair, the curve of his chest and arms, the way he let me touch him, as if his trust was perfect.
His eyes fell lower, and he drifted away. His expression was finally peaceful. I couldn’ t pull myself away for several minutes, just touching him, my first but also my once.
I put the note I’ d brought with me next to his hand laying on the white sheets and carefully leaned down to kiss his cheek. The tears already flowed, but I didn’ t let them touch him as I whispered in his ear,“ I love you.” I ran down the hall. We had to be close to the next stop, wherever it was. I glanced at my watch once back in my room, just as I felt the train coming to a stop. I threw jeans on over my shorts and then put on my jacket and zipped it all the way up. The corridor had a few people in it now. They jumped back out of my way. The doors were closing when I made it to the exit.
My feet landed on solid ground, and gravity was suddenly too much.
I couldn’ t stop and fell to my hands and knees as the train— as Jonathan— left. Sobs overwhelmed me, a complete disaster right there in the middle of the platform. Most people stared, and a few offered to help. But I was beyond help.
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