Destined to Change

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Authors: Lisa M. Harley
Tags: General Fiction
ya’ll right after church.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Uncle Jake said as he motioned for me to sit down on the back row with him.
    The fucking tie was still driving me crazy. “Leave it alone, son.  You’re in the house of the Lord.  You can take it off in a few minutes,” Uncle Jake whispered.
    I nodded, but I couldn’t quit messing with it.  That’s when I saw her walk in. Damn, she looked amazing. Our eyes met for just a minute. She was blushing and I smiled, thinking, I did that. I watched her and her kids walk up and sit down with her parents and another older couple. I wasn’t sure who they were, but they were spoiling the hell out of those kids, so I assumed they were they’re grandparents too.
    I couldn’t quit staring at her. If I wasn’t going to hell before, I sure was now. I shouldn’t be thinking about the things I was thinking about doing to her, while we were in church. I noticed she was sweating a little and still blushing. I thought maybe she was having some of the same thoughts about me.
    She finally kinda slid down in the pew. Wasn’t she cute? She actually thought she could hide from me. When I wanted something, I got it. I could see right now that I was in trouble.
    After church, we went to the Harper’s house for lunch. I was pretty excited about it. I had been really nervous this morning. I had never been much of a people person. So, the thought of spending an afternoon with a bunch of people I didn’t really know, had not appealed to me until…well, it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the afternoon around Loralei.
    Trying really hard not to make eye contact with anyone, I walked through the front door. She was standing in the kitchen looking even sexier than she had earlier. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
    I started at her toes, which were painted light pink, and headed up, and up, until I got to her breasts. Then my eyes stopped. Wow! I was in so much trouble with this one. Finally, I made it to her eyes. Shit! She’d caught me staring. She blushed again. I was beginning to really love that blush.
    Uncle Jake grabbed me by the arm and started walking me toward the living room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, son.” He whispered, once we were out of earshot.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I couldn’t even look him in the eye. He knew, that I knew, exactly what he meant.
    “That girl’s had a hell of a time. She don’t need any shit. If you ain’t serious, you stay away, kay?”
    That was that. I needed to stop this shit right now. I had enough baggage without taking on someone else’s.
     
    Loralei
     
    Sunday dinner at my parent’s house after church was our weekly tradition. Their home was the largest and oldest on the property. The house was a two-story farmhouse. They had completely remodeled it a few years ago. It was similar to mine, only much bigger. It was painted a beautiful buttercup yellow with white shutters. Each window had a flower box filled with bright flowers, mostly purple tulips, because that was mine and my mom’s favorite color. The long winding drive was lined with apple trees. The kids loved to pick those apples, and the trees always smelled so good. I had many amazing memories of this house. It would always be my home.
    I didn’t know why I was surprised when Jake and Jaxon walked in today. Of course my mom invited them. She was too nice sometimes. She couldn’t have Jaxon and Jake sitting at home while we were eating a good ole home-cooked meal.
    Jaxon had removed his tie and rolled his sleeves up, and I finally got a closer look at his tattoos. They were so intricate; all I could think about was running my hands over his arms. I wanted to look at them up close and personal, but I could never do that. So, I decided I would just admire them from across the room. 
    I was standing in the kitchen when I caught Jaxon as his eyes looked me up and down, lingering just a little bit longer than they should have on my

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