{"id":638,"date":"2014-03-17T08:27:00","date_gmt":"2014-03-17T14:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/how-richard-sees-gabriela\/"},"modified":"2023-08-15T18:49:06","modified_gmt":"2023-08-15T18:49:06","slug":"how-richard-sees-gabriela","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/2014\/03\/17\/how-richard-sees-gabriela\/","title":{"rendered":"How Richard Sees Gabriela"},"content":{"rendered":"

As I said, the first time he saw her the attraction was brutal, like a gut punch.  Then…<\/p>\n

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\u201cIs it gone?\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cYes.  <\/span>It\u2019s over, for now.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
She opened her eyes and looked at him, tears welling up inside them.  <\/span>\u201cIs it okay if I cry now?\u201d  <\/span>Without waiting for an answer, she burrowed her head into his shoulder and began to weep.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Richard closed his arms protectively about her for a fraction of a second and then leaned into his need.  <\/span>He wanted to shelter her, protect her, and consume her.  <\/span>She belonged nowhere else but in his arms.  <\/span>She felt right.  <\/span>He held her tighter, with tenderness, aware that this sudden need was irrational, alien to his nature.  <\/span>He rocked her gently, letting her weep away the tension and the fear, uncaring of his own discomfort, rubbing his cheek against the softness of her hair.  <\/span>His back was straining from the effort of keeping her balanced on his shoulder, but he didn\u2019t mind.  <\/span>All he cared about was that she felt good, her delicate perfume pervading his senses.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

Richard shifted his body and nestled her closer still, not analyzing his behavior.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As I said, the first time he saw her the attraction was brutal, like a gut punch.  Then… \u201cIs it gone?\u201d \u201cYes.  It\u2019s over, for now.\u201d She opened her eyes and looked at him, tears welling up inside them.  \u201cIs it okay if I cry now?\u201d  Without waiting for an answer, she burrowed her head … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-638","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-about-the-novel","category-welcome-to-my-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/638","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=638"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/638\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2623,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/638\/revisions\/2623"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=638"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=638"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=638"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}