Becoming Macy

Lisa Thomas Steamy Stories

From Chapter One:
“Hey, Wyatt,” I called softly from under the twinkling lights of the tree fort.
“Yeah?” I fought the urge to smile at my best friend.
“Promise me that no matter what, you will always be my best friend.” I waited to hear hesitation or anything that would tell me I would lose my only friend, but it never came.
“Macy, I am not going anywhere. We will always be best friends.” He turned to face me. Something in the twinkling of his blue eyes told me that one day our families wouldn’t be an issue. We could be best friends outside of the tree fort we spent all summer building. He makes me wish we could disappear.
Just him and I on the beach together forever.
The memory of the little boy who stole my heart at age nine faded to reality, and that same little boy turned into a man with icy eyes and flaring nostrils that were peering down at me from where I sat splattered on the floor.
“I mean it, Mousey. Keep your paws off, Gabriella. The next time there will be no warning.” His tone was calm, but I knew from the look in his eye he was serious. You don’t mess with the Whitlock’s in this town; to him, I had just challenged his girl.
With my nod, he walked away, leaving me on my ass. His fingers were intertwined with Gabriella Barlow’s, and those memories from eight years ago seemed to burn away like lighting a match to paper. That little boy was long gone, and so was the little girl who thought she needed him to survive.

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