Dreams Stolen at Mustang Creek

Chapter Twenty-Five

LILAH

M y head is down, and I’m reading what I just wrote when I hear the sound of my name being shouted. “Lilah!” Lucy says it as she comes in from the back where the barn is instead of coming from the front door like she always does. I look over toward where her voice was last heard and see her walking in with the biggest smile on her face. “Lilah.” She runs over to my desk. “Lilah, guess what?” she chirps, her voice so animated I can’t help but laugh at her.

“What?” I ask and look over her shoulder at her father, who is walking into the room but stops at the doorjamb and leans against it. His feet are crossed at his ankles, while one of his hands holds a brown bag. His hair is pushed back by his fingers, and my mouth waters at the same time that my fingers itch to touch his hair. Something I did all night long because he was either on top of me or his head was between my legs. The memories are now making another part of me perk up.