inches forward. The intoxicating scent
of his aftershave arouses me. His arm reaches past me, and I’m still amazed by
the size of his muscles as they move beside me. I gulp when I see them flex. He
takes out the book and holds it in front of me.
“You can have it.”
He waits until I hold up my hands and gives
it to me. “I … I …” I stammer like a dribbling, love-struck teen.
When I look at him all I see is hotness.
Power. Masculinity. He radiates sex. Oozes it from his protruding veins. Screams
it through his magnificent eyes.
And it’s such a turn-on, I can’t stand it.
All I want is for him to be closer, to
touch him, to have his hands all over me. I’d like that.
Suddenly he moves back and clears his
throat. “Well, I guess we should call it a day, for now. Let’s continue
tomorrow.” He opens the door for me.
I smile and draw in a much-needed breath.
“Yeah, sure.” I walk to the door, clenching the book firmly against my chest.
“Cool,” he says as I walk out. “See you
tomorrow then?”
I nod, and he nods, and then a moment of
very uncomfortable silence follows.
“See ya,” he says, and then he closes the
door in front of me.
I just stand there, staring at the wood. My
heart is beating like crazy. My breath is crazily fast. I want to jump up and
down from all the tension that’s been building up inside me.
God, I could squeal forever.
I have to tell someone. I really have to
talk to someone, right now. This has got to come out.
I think I’m falling for Hunter.
But Evie’s not around, and I have no idea
where to find her. Sure, I could go looking, but that would take me ages, and
by that time it’ll no longer be fresh.
Maybe I could tell Brody.
It’s not such a bad idea, actually. I mean,
he was my best friend, before I had Evie. He can’t have changed that much, can he? I don’t want our friendship to disappear. Maybe if I tell him
some good news he’ll cheer up.
Before I realize it, I’m already standing
right in front of his door. I try not to be overly enthusiastic as I open it.
“Brody, I …”
My voice stops working.
Brody’s behind his desk, fidgeting with
plastic bags. He’s putting some white powder inside them.
My eyes widen as I see him doing the thing
I never imagined. He’s preparing drugs?
He turns his head the moment I burst in and
covers his stuff with his jacket. “What are you doing here?” he snaps.
He gets up, and I immediately step back as
he comes toward me. “I don’t have time right now,” he says, and he slams the
door shut.
It takes me a while to realize I’m not even
breathing.
I take in a sharp breath. If what I saw
there was real, Brody is a … drug dealer?
My God …
Why?
“Brody,” I shout. “Open the door. We need
to talk.”
No response.
I start banging on the door, but he doesn’t
open. “Why are you doing this?”
I’m asking questions I know the answer to
already. But I don’t understand why he couldn’t think of any other way to make
enough money. I know we’ve always been a bit poor, but that doesn’t mean he
should stoop so low and just go the criminal route.
This can’t be real. It just can’t. Never in
my life would I have imagined him dealing drugs. And yet everything he’s done
the last couple of days suddenly makes all the sense in the world. He’s changed
so much, I don’t even recognize him anymore.
And that’s when I realize he’s no longer my
friend.
Chapter 12
Tug
of War
I love sitting under a tree, reading a
book. With the warm sun on my face and a light breeze it’s the best thing in
the world. Nobody to disturb me or tear me from the pages of my book.
The word ‘my’ makes me gloat. It’s not
actually ‘my’ book. It’s the book Hunter gave me yesterday, and it still smells
like him. Well, more like his room, but still, anything that reminds me of him
makes me giggle.
I twirl my fingers through the grass as I
hold onto the book with one hand. I’m lying on the
of his aftershave arouses me. His arm reaches past me, and I’m still amazed by
the size of his muscles as they move beside me. I gulp when I see them flex. He
takes out the book and holds it in front of me.
“You can have it.”
He waits until I hold up my hands and gives
it to me. “I … I …” I stammer like a dribbling, love-struck teen.
When I look at him all I see is hotness.
Power. Masculinity. He radiates sex. Oozes it from his protruding veins. Screams
it through his magnificent eyes.
And it’s such a turn-on, I can’t stand it.
All I want is for him to be closer, to
touch him, to have his hands all over me. I’d like that.
Suddenly he moves back and clears his
throat. “Well, I guess we should call it a day, for now. Let’s continue
tomorrow.” He opens the door for me.
I smile and draw in a much-needed breath.
“Yeah, sure.” I walk to the door, clenching the book firmly against my chest.
“Cool,” he says as I walk out. “See you
tomorrow then?”
I nod, and he nods, and then a moment of
very uncomfortable silence follows.
“See ya,” he says, and then he closes the
door in front of me.
I just stand there, staring at the wood. My
heart is beating like crazy. My breath is crazily fast. I want to jump up and
down from all the tension that’s been building up inside me.
God, I could squeal forever.
I have to tell someone. I really have to
talk to someone, right now. This has got to come out.
I think I’m falling for Hunter.
But Evie’s not around, and I have no idea
where to find her. Sure, I could go looking, but that would take me ages, and
by that time it’ll no longer be fresh.
Maybe I could tell Brody.
It’s not such a bad idea, actually. I mean,
he was my best friend, before I had Evie. He can’t have changed that much, can he? I don’t want our friendship to disappear. Maybe if I tell him
some good news he’ll cheer up.
Before I realize it, I’m already standing
right in front of his door. I try not to be overly enthusiastic as I open it.
“Brody, I …”
My voice stops working.
Brody’s behind his desk, fidgeting with
plastic bags. He’s putting some white powder inside them.
My eyes widen as I see him doing the thing
I never imagined. He’s preparing drugs?
He turns his head the moment I burst in and
covers his stuff with his jacket. “What are you doing here?” he snaps.
He gets up, and I immediately step back as
he comes toward me. “I don’t have time right now,” he says, and he slams the
door shut.
It takes me a while to realize I’m not even
breathing.
I take in a sharp breath. If what I saw
there was real, Brody is a … drug dealer?
My God …
Why?
“Brody,” I shout. “Open the door. We need
to talk.”
No response.
I start banging on the door, but he doesn’t
open. “Why are you doing this?”
I’m asking questions I know the answer to
already. But I don’t understand why he couldn’t think of any other way to make
enough money. I know we’ve always been a bit poor, but that doesn’t mean he
should stoop so low and just go the criminal route.
This can’t be real. It just can’t. Never in
my life would I have imagined him dealing drugs. And yet everything he’s done
the last couple of days suddenly makes all the sense in the world. He’s changed
so much, I don’t even recognize him anymore.
And that’s when I realize he’s no longer my
friend.
Chapter 12
Tug
of War
I love sitting under a tree, reading a
book. With the warm sun on my face and a light breeze it’s the best thing in
the world. Nobody to disturb me or tear me from the pages of my book.
The word ‘my’ makes me gloat. It’s not
actually ‘my’ book. It’s the book Hunter gave me yesterday, and it still smells
like him. Well, more like his room, but still, anything that reminds me of him
makes me giggle.
I twirl my fingers through the grass as I
hold onto the book with one hand. I’m lying on the
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