A Kiss For You Read Online Rachel Van Dyken, Staci Hart, T.M. Frazier, K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: , ,
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
<<<<120130138139140141142150160>436
Advertisement


All I caught was a glimpse of the back of his head and the set of his shoulders as he wound his way through the crowd toward the door.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” I hissed, a little wobbly from the tequila as I hurried as best as I could after him through the throng of people to the deafening sound of the band’s final song.

I burst through the door and onto the sidewalk to find Bodie storming away.

“Bodie, wait!” I called after him.

He didn’t stop.

My heart broke, and I trotted to catch up, laying a hand on his arm.

“Bodie, please,” I said.

He whirled around so fast, I almost fell backward.

His eyes were hard, his jaw set and lips a thin line. I barely recognized him. “What?” he shot.

And the accusation in that single syllable cut through me.

“I … I—” I stammered with my mouth open like a trout, completely stunned by the shift in him, though not at all surprised. I deserved every bit of his anger and braced myself.

“Jesus, Penny. What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”

I blinked, angling away from him a little. “What the fuck does that mean?”

He took a controlled breath, his eyes boring into me like icy blue drills. “I’ve done everything I know to do to try to make you happy, and the second things got real, you dropped me like a bad fucking habit. You didn’t speak to me for days — days, after everything — and when you did call, you called to tell me he called you.” He jabbed a single finger at the venue. “And then? Then we came here together—”

“Hang on, that was your idea! I didn’t even want—” I tried to say over him, but he was a steamroller.

“—And the whole fucking time you were staring at him like he was God’s fucking gift. He treated you like garbage, Penny. Fucking trash. And then you went up on that stage and you fucking kissed him and I just can’t with you, Penny. I can’t.”

I fumed and stuck my own skinny finger in his broad chest. “I didn’t kiss him, you asshole. He kissed me, and I tried to get away from him!”

He laughed, a sound as dry and hot as the desert. “Please. You laughed and smiled and stood there instead of walking away.”

My heart stopped and started again with a painful kick. “What the hell was I supposed to do? Make a huge scene on the stage? Bodie, for fuck’s sake, I came here with you.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in days!” he raged, the muscles in his neck taut and red. “You left me hanging, blew me off, and I’m supposed to feel good about you kissing that prick in front of three hundred people? I mean, what the actual fuck, Pen?”

“Hey, Penny,” Rodney said from behind me.

I looked back in horror to find him jogging up with a smile on his face.

“I thought you were coming backstage?”

One second, Bodie was standing there with his fists clenched, looking like a coil about to spring, and the next, his arm was pulled back, and he coldcocked Rodney in the face.

I watched the whole thing happen in slow motion, accompanied by a series of noises — the smack of knuckles against flesh, my gasp, Rodney yelling Son of a bitch!, and Bodie’s heavy breathing as he shook out his hand.

Rodney crumpled to the ground, and out of sheer, shocked instinct, I reached for him to help him sit up as he held his bleeding nose.

“What the fuck, man?” Rodney yelled but narrowed his eyes as he really got a good look at Bodie. “Wait … Diddle?”

But Bodie just shook his head and looked at me with eyes as cold and sharp as a switchblade. “You two deserve each other,” he said. And then he turned and walked away.

Tears burned my eyes, my throat in a vise, my gaze on Bodie as he stormed down the sidewalk, taking all my hopes and wishes with him.

Ruined. I was ruined. My heart was ruined. And it had been ruined long before I let him in.

Rodney tried to make sense of what was going on, inspecting me. “You’re dating Diddle?”

I sniffed, blinking to keep my tears at bay as I pulled Rodney to stand. “It’s complicated.”

Rodney wiped the blood from his nose and inspected his hand. “Well, he’s gone now. Come on backstage.”

He smiled around the gore on his face, the effect gruesome and sickening. Or maybe it was the tequila. Or the fact that Bodie had just dropkicked my heart.

I shook my head. “I just really want to go home.”

His smile widened as he tried to put his arm around me. “I’ll take you.”

I turned to avoid his grip. “I can make it on my own. Thanks for the tickets, Rodney.”


Advertisement

<<<<120130138139140141142150160>436

Advertisement