Romance Thriller, M/F dialogue, 3rd person
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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he kicked open the door, something solid and heavy crashed into the wall beside him. He reached for it, recognizing the wooden barrel of a baseball bat and sliding down it to find his attacker's hands, quickly capturing them with his own. They struggled, and Trevor recognized Olivia's all too familiar scent. He used her hands to pull her toward him. It's me, she continued, to fight him. It's me, Olivia. She stopped wrestling. Trevor, Yes. Oh, God! She fell into his arms, wrapping herself tightly around his torso. I was so scared, she sobbed. Someone was outside the window, and I didn't know what was happening. And all I could think to do was grab the baseball bat. Which window? The back bedroom. He took off along the side of the house, his knife at the ready, and rounded the corner. Sure enough, fresh snowmobile tracks came close to the back bedroom window. His eyes scanned the horizon of the forest that bordered the house on three sides, but he saw nothing unusual, he continued. Around the house. The tracks could very well be gallants. Not enough snow had fallen to completely bury anything since then, but they could also be freshly made by someone else. Like Johnson. He went back inside. There are no new tracks out there. Just the ones from before. Oh, gosh, I'm such an idiot. She hung her head. I thought I was going to die and you would come back and find my body. He whispered gruffly. Has she babbled? It's OK now. I'm so glad you're back. I was scared. I would have sworn there was somebody outside the bedroom window and then the front door was open. You didn't do that. She shook her head. No. Maybe those tracks were made more recently. After all, she went into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand down her silken hair, his lips naturally moving to hers to soothe her with gentle kisses. I'm sorry. You were scared. I thought I was going to die. And I was so glad that you've been here with me, Trevor, that I haven't been alone. He wanted to comfort her, wanted to pull her back into his arms like he had before. They'd already kissed once, which made it easier for him to do it a second time. A pressed kiss after kiss on her lips, each one gentler than the last. I'm glad to, he whispered. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see her is in the dim light questions shining in their depths. He took her mouth once more, none too gently, this time in an all consuming lover's kiss.