{"id":255718,"date":"2026-07-13T04:36:32","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:36:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/changing-tunes-heather-gunter\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:36:32","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:36:32","slug":"changing-tunes-heather-gunter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/changing-tunes-heather-gunter\/","title":{"rendered":"Changing Tunes – Heather Gunter"},"content":{"rendered":"
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You never see guys that love and miss their family so much that they return home every single weekend. When I respond, I don\u2019t dare look him in the eyes. I\u2019m afraid every feeling and thought I just had for him would be revealed on my face. That can\u2019t happen. I\u2019m supposed to be friends with him, nothing more. Just friends. I try as best I can to wipe any and all traces of emotion from my face.<\/p>\n

I glance down at my hands, rubbing them together, and finally look up. I look at him, but remind myself to avoid the eyes. \u201cNo, I was thinking the opposite. I think it\u2019s great you have such an awesome relationship with your family. Most of us would kill to have that.\u201d I say wistfully. \u201cI\u2019m glad to hear that,\u201d he says seriously. A look of pure desire encases his face, and if I wasn\u2019t trying to be just friends with him, I\u2019d climb over the table and throw myself at him like an animal in heat.<\/p>\n

But I don\u2019t. I refrain, and it\u2019s one of the hardest things I\u2019ve ever done. I quickly jump up to keep myself from becoming a woman in heat, and busy myself by grabbing another bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I open it and drink several large gulps, using my arms to wipe the excess off of my lips.<\/p>\n

When I set my water down, I notice Zeke staring at me. And what he says is nearly my undoing. \u201cI\u2019ve never, in my life, wanted to be a bottle of water\u2026until now.\u201d I think my mouth opens. My heart is beating a million miles a minute and my skin is on fire.<\/p>\n

I feel a pull towards him I can\u2019t explain. I can\u2019t move; I\u2019m frozen in place. He walks towards me and raises his hand to my mouth and traces my lips with his thumb. \u201cSuch pretty lips.\u201d I don\u2019t move, I can\u2019t. But my mouth finally finds words. \u201cWe\u2019re friends, right?\u201d His eyes swirl with emotion, and I see him fighting something internally when he takes a step back and lowers his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right, I\u2019m sorry. I shouldn\u2019t have done that. That was highly inappropriate of me, and certainly not fair to you.\u201d I try to talk, but he interrupts me.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2014 Heather Gunter This publication is protected under the US Copyright Act of 1976 and all other applicable international, federal, state and local laws, and all rights are reserved, including resale rights: you are not allowed to give or sell this book to anyone else. Any trademarks, service marks, product names or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if we use one of these terms. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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