Best Kind of Broken (Excerpt #1)
This is from my New Adult contemporary WIP (work in progress) coming out in March 2014 titled, Best Kind Of Broken! 🙂
I didn’t know how to face him, so I never did.
And now here I am, living next door to him and trying to ignore pretty much everything that comes up between us.
My scar. The ghost of Charity’s memory. The magnetic heat that just magically appears whenever we’re near one another…
Yeah. Lots of ignoring going on.
I wrap a towel around my body and step into the hallway just as Levi steps out of his room. Our eyes meet and at first it’s really uncomfortable.
Like, Oh crap I was hoping to avoid you until the end of time.
And then it’s normal.
Like, Hello old friend whom I grew up with and trust with my life.
And then it’s dangerous.
Like, Can I help you out of your towel and slip you into something more comfortable? Like my bed, perhaps?
The tension in the hallway is hot and foreboding as his gaze strays from my face to every other part of my tiny-toweled body and, for a moment, the past doesn’t exist. The pain. The only thing standing between us is the sexual tension filling up the hallway and dammit if it doesn’t feel good to forget.
He stomps down the stairs as I stand barefoot and damp by the bathroom door, wondering if we’ll ever be okay again. We’re broken–we’re completely broken–and it’s all my fault.
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