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Beating Heart — A.M. Jenkins
This house is mine and I am its beating heart
She is a momentary chill in warm sunlight, a shadow glimpsed from the corner of an eye, and a memory of secret kisses and hidden passion.
He is seventeen years old, waiting for the start of his senior year, and ever since his family moved into this big old house -- abandoned for decades -- he has dreamt of her. Hot, wordless dreams that turn more intense and darker each night.
Ghost and boy fascinate each other -- until her memories and his desire collide in a moment that changes them both forever.
She is a momentary chill in warm sunlight, a shadow glimpsed from the corner of an eye, and a memory of secret kisses and hidden passion.
He is seventeen years old, waiting for the start of his senior year, and ever since his family moved into this big old house -- abandoned for decades -- he has dreamt of her. Hot, wordless dreams that turn more intense and darker each night.
Ghost and boy fascinate each other -- until her memories and his desire collide in a moment that changes them both forever.
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