Tag: From Holt

TEN SELENE My body hasn’t stopped humming ever since I slipped into my two-piece outfit and locked the front door of Charleigh’s flower shop. I smooth my hands over the front of my linen top, the cool late fall air nipping at the exposed skin of my bare arms and legs. There’s a lump in

NINE SELENE Yoga is the favorite part of my day. Thirty minutes I dedicate to clearing my mind and stretching parts of my body I didn’t even know existed. When I’m finished, I leave feeling more complete than I did when I walked through the front doors. After the death of my parents, my grandmother

SEVEN JULIANNA My mother used to tell me love made you crazy. She was wrong. Hate makes you crazy. I’m staring at her picture resting on my brother’s polished, mahogany desk. Mahogany wood that’s been derived and crafted from a legendary designer located in Sweden, no less. I would know because I helped him decorate

SIX SELENE Aside from spilling words out into an open blank document on my half-broken laptop, only two other things have the power to bring clarity to my mind: yoga and flowers. Surrounding myself with flowers on a near daily basis for the past several years has forced me to grow an appreciation for the

FIVE HOLT You know that feeling you get when you’re told not to touch something, but you do it anyway, tossing all fucks out the window? Like staring at a flashing red button with a million signs hanging above it reading: Danger: Do not press. You press it anyway, and the whole fucking building explodes. That’s

FOUR SELENE I immediately regret my decision to help Julianna the second I step on stage. The spotlight beaming down on the dates up for auction, including me, is bright as the fucking sun. Not only do I regret my decision to offer myself up like a piece of meat to a pack of wolves,

THREE SELENE Holt Capuleti has never been one to show emotion, but under his flippant attitude about almost everything in his life, there’s a heart that’s guarded behind a shield of iron. He’s kind when he needs to be and never takes life too seriously. Unless it’s his business ventures, including Scribe Magazine. I’ve heard

TWO HOLT Every single asshole is looking at me, talking about me. I may as well be standing in the middle of the room naked, waving a neon sign that reads: look at me! Furtive glances. Muted conversations. All eyes aimed my way. Okay, maybe some aren’t, but it sure as fuck feels like it. Sweat

ONE SELENE The giant, shimmering rock in the palm of my hand is heavy and meaningless. I turn it over several times, staring at it as though it isn’t a real, tangible object resting against my skin. Blinking, I’m convinced I’ll make it disappear, like some sort of naïve, twisted magic trick. Love can’t be