The Color of Destiny (The Color of Heaven Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

mature love. I had never experienced such happiness and intimacy with anyone.
    But you’re probably wondering about Mia, and how we continued as sisters. Frankly, after everything that happened, I’m surprised we didn’t scratch each other’s eyes out, but our quarrel remained low-key. First, there was a mutual silent treatment for about three weeks, until Mia, true to form, took an interest in a waiter who worked at a local restaurant. He was impossibly gorgeous with wavy, jet-black hair and blue eyes. His name was Mark, and he was in an engineering program in university. As soon as she fell for him, all was forgotten, and our relationship returned to normal.
    I never knew what happened between Mia and Jeremy. She never mentioned him again. He simply faded out of my life. He and Glenn remained civil, but Glenn spent most of his time with me anyway, and we preferred to be alone, just the two of us, at my place or his, so the popular crowd simply went on without us.
    Mia dated Mark for six months, then they broke up and she made plans to move to New York and pursue a career in fashion. Sadly, that didn’t work out for her, but I’ll explain why later. All you need to know for now is that she played an important role in my life when I desperately needed my big sister.
    Let me tell you about that.

Chapter Fourteen

    Glenn and I had been together for just over a year when everything spun out of control.
    I should begin by confessing that I was no longer a virgin at that point, though we certainly didn’t rush into anything. For five long months we did what all teenagers do. We fooled around in the backseat of Glenn’s car or in my basement when no one was home. But I wanted it to be special, and though it might seem strange to younger readers in this day and age, I wanted to wait until we were married. That’s how things were back then.
    It’s not as if Glenn and I didn’t talk about it. The first time it came up, I was only sixteen.
    “I love you,” he whispered in my ear one night as we lay on a blanket in the field behind his house, gazing up at the stars.
    I wrapped my legs around his until I was entwined with him like ivy on a trellis. I kissed his cheek.
    “I love you, too. More than anything. I don’t want this to ever end.”
    “It won’t,” he said, “because I’m going to marry you.”
    I drew back slightly. “What did you say?”
    There was no laughter in his eyes, only love and desire. I was overcome by a rush of joy.
    “You heard me.”
    “I want to marry you, too,” I replied, because I couldn’t imagine my life without him. To exist without Glenn would be to exist without the sunrise each day. Without oxygen in the air.
    It sounds corny, I know, but they were the romantic beliefs of a young girl swept away by the passion of first love. It was shimmering and wonderful, yet agonizingly painful at the same time because we had to wait so long to truly be together. An eternity, it seemed. Why couldn’t we just be free to lie together, to share a bed, and wake up in each other’s arms?
    The idea of such a thing stirred my teenage heart’s desires and frustrated me immensely, for I was sixteen and living under my father’s roof. He had strict rules. Glenn wasn’t even permitted to enter my bedroom.
    The first time my parents came home and found us alone together in the house we were sitting on the living room sofa listening to records. Dad went ballistic. He sent Glenn home and grounded me for a week.
    “Teenage boys only want one thing,” he told me. “You can’t invite that boy—or any boy—over unless someone is home.”
    “There won’t be any other boys,” I argued in my defense, but my father looked at me as if I were a fool.
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    Two months later, Mom and Dad surprised Glenn and me by going out one afternoon and leaving us completely alone. They even asked us to lock the door behind them.
    I suppose, by then, they had grown to trust Glenn. I could see it in their eyes when