"You have that kind of money on you?"

I dug into my pocketbook and produced my charge card.

"My father gave it to me last year for my birthday. I have a five thousand-dollar limit. I haven't used it very much. I'll admit. but I have it to use when I need to or want to buy something special.

"My mother calls it his conscience money. Actually, because of her. I haven't used it very much, although recently she told me I should do it just for spite."

"I don't know," Heyden said, but there was the breakdown of some resistence in his tone of voice.

"I have another selfish reason. too." I said.

He raised his eyebrows. "You mean, besides making all that money on the loan?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"What?"

"I thought if you play guitar so well and write a decent song or two. maybe I could sing it. Maybe you could play other songs as well, songs we could both sing."

"And be an act?"

"Maybe."

He sat up again, his sad, heavy eyes suddenly brightening, "You would do that?"

"I was more afraid you wouldn't want to." I said.

"Oh, yeah. right. I wouldn't want the prettiest girl in the school with the best singing voice to do a duet with me, esp

ecially singing some of my own songs."

"I'm not the prettiest girl in the school. Heyden, and I'm not saving I have the best voice."

"I said it." he insisted.

"Well... I'm not going to argue with you anymore," I said, and he laughed.

"I'm adding on 'best personality.' too." he said.

I held my smile and he held his. It was magical. Some guardian angel had waved a wand over us, and the dark clouds, the heavy and morbid sounds in our ears, were gone.

"Hannah, you are terrific." he whispered and leaned forward to kiss me. It was a long kiss that grew more demanding every passing second. I could feel him trying to draw hope from me like some strange new vampire who fed not on blood, but on hope and love.

He pulled back and brought his fingers to my chin to gently lift my face, forcing me to look into his eyes so he could search mine for truth and sincerity.

"Are you sure about this. Hannah?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

There would be times when I would question whether or not I had come to him out of just as much desperation as he had when he had come to me. In a sense I still felt deserted, too, felt alone, drifting. My mother and Miguel had a whole new world to live in and develop, and I didn't feel as much a part of it as they would expect. Most of my life I had been caught in that vacuum that existed between my mother and my father. Now, with the little attention he had given me my whole life diminishing, and with Mommy having a new top priority in her thinking and taking up her time, I could sense the vacuum growing bigger, wider, deeper.

"Yes," I whispered again. It brought our lips back together. His moved off mine and to my neck. He took me back with him on his pillow, and he stroked my hair and gazed into my eyes.

"I think you could make me forget the end of the world." he said.

He kissed me again and then his hands slipped under my blouse and to my breasts. When I moaned, he lifted himself over me and flooded my face with more kisses. He unbuttoned my blouse and kissed me just above my bra. Then he reached behind and unfastened it. When he pushed it up and over my nipples and brought his lips to one and then the other, I began to question myself.

What are you doing, Hannah Eaton? Aren't you throwing yourself at someone too quickly'

Tags: V.C. Andrews De Beers Horror
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