Night Falls On The Wicked (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
She wondered if he’d already left. No one stayed here long after all. You were either born and bred in this town or just passing through. Like her, he wouldn’t be sticking around. She didn’t know what to make of him. She guessed he wasn’t the murdering rapist variety or he would have finished her off last night. Even though he’d done nothing more than caution her about jogging alone at night—something a nice guy would do—she was convinced he wasn’t a nice guy. Nice guys didn’t look the way he did. They didn’t have eyes like his that glowed. Eyes that made her decidedly uncomfortable. She finished her cereal bar and took a swig of juice. Reclining on her couch, she watched the television blindly, her mind drifting, returning to last night and him. She supposed it was natural. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d talked to a hot guy. She felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. She replayed their conversations over and over in her head, thinking about what he said, what she said … what she could have said better.
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