Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
The smirk on his face made her weak in the knees. “I was so happy when you contacted me. I was beginnin’ to fear the whole world had forgotten….”
“I could never forget my greatest source of pleasure.” She released an audible sigh as he let go of her hand, but the sigh turned into a gasp when he cupped her cheek instead.
“I thought I was the only one left who cared,” he whispered.
She shook her head, surprised to find her heart still beating. “I care too much,” she confessed with a trembling smile.
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This week is gonna be a busy one for me. I've got a staff Christmas party, a special dinner, a Christmas ball, and the first of several family Christmas celebrations to attend, not to mention my other everyday obligations. However, I'm feeling rather joyous about it all. 'Tis the season to be jolly, as they say (fa-la-la-la-la and so on). And once Friday hits, I'm heading home for the holidays! Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead! :)