
That evening Daniel knocked on Karma’s door. Luckily, her mother wasn’t home.
“Hi,” he said in a low voice.
“Hi.” Karma ran a hand through her bangs.
“Can I come in?” Daniel asked with pleading brown eyes, and a persuasive smile.
“Sure.” Karma opened the door for him, her pulse quickening. They sat in the
front room on a couch that faced the window to the front yard.
Daniel looked like an Abercrombie model. Sometimes Karma’s insides jumped when she saw him and her breath caught when he smiled at her. This was no intellectual or intimate bonding of souls, but a physical, and electric response, like now. This was new. Karma noticed his cologne, the way he watched her, his confident walk, and the definition of his biceps when he wore his basketball jersey. He stood a foot taller than her. She wondered what it would be like when they kissed. She would have to stand on her tiptoes.
Often, Karma imagined kissing him, her arms around his neck on the steps of the high school. Their mouths matched up just right if she stood on the step above him. It hadn’t happened yet, but she felt it coming. If the songs were true, falling in love felt like this.
“Are you going to watch me play tonight?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Adorable.
The basketball season was over, but there were competitive “friendly” games with players from both nearby schools—to stay loose. It was amazing how many people came. Not a lot to do in Panners Glee.
“My team could be skins,” Daniel added with a glint in his eye.
Karma blushed. “Michelle has the Volvo tonight and said she could drive us.”
“Good.” He gazed at her. “Let’s do something after the game. I have a
cool idea, something we haven’t done before.”
“No more bowling?” Karma laughed and twisted her earring.
“Not tonight.” Daniel’s smile dazzled her.
Some part of Karma’s mind wondered at the phenomenon: same boy, same
smile as last month, but today it shot rays of feeling through her body. She blushed deeper, and turned shyly away. Her black hair fell against her cheek. The affect was something like a pink sunset darkening into a shimmering, night sky. Daniel reached over to hold her hand for the first time.
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6 comments:
(= Wow- she sounds kinda cool and her book does too! She must have an amazing support group of writing friends or something.
She's a lucky girl. (;
Love me some Jo. I am definitely going to be bragging that I knew her back when........her book sounds excellent. She's the real deal. Talented. Funny. Smart. Pretty. And comes from a great family. :)
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Great post Jen!
Well, it's fun to see what I have always thought about Jojo put into words, couldn't agree more!
Of course I loved the subject, but I also thoroughly enjoyed YOUR writing. Creative, thoughtful, and enjoyable to read. I know how much she LOVES her writing group too, awesome.
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Ooooh! I think we'll see this on bookshelves someday!
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