Fumbled Hearts (A Tender Hearts Novel) by Meagan Brandy

Fumbled Hearts (A Tender Hearts Novel) by Meagan Brandy

Author:Meagan Brandy [Brandy, Meagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-20T18:30:00+00:00

A few hours later, after tons of snacks and nonsense, Nate starts to rub at his eyes.

“Alright.” He throws down his cards and drops onto his back against the carpet. “You win. I quit.” He throws an arm over his face.

I uncross my legs and sit back onto my knees. “How convenient of you to concede when I’m seconds away from ‘Uno’.”

“Any other girl would let me win.” Angling his head toward me, he offers me a bemused smile.

I laugh, popping a Skittle in my mouth. “That’s because they have an ulterior motive.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me on top of him.

Laughing harder, I peer down at him as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through the tips of my hair.

“And you don’t?” he stares at me.

“All I want,” I lick my lips and watch his eyes dilate, “is to win.” I smile and start to pull back, but he’s quicker, and rolls us until my back is against the carpet and he’s hovering over me.

He plays with my hair some more, while looking into my eyes. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“None of your business.” I grin, placing my hands on each side of his ribs.

“You’re still meeting us at Wicker for lunch, right?”

Right, lunch. Parker and Mia mentioned it.

I nod.

He smiles, his hand sliding across my cheek to tuck my hair behind my ear as he tends to do, only this time, he holds steady. The gentle caress of his fingers behind my ear has me leaning into his embrace.

His eyes raid mine as he flattens his palm against my cheek.

There’s something in them. Something flowing through him, radiating off him, that he’s trying to show me or wants me to catch, that I can’t quite reach. His deep brown eyes hold a promise that I can’t figure out, and I don’t dare ask.

And when he lowers his head to kiss me, gentle and slow, a crack between my breasts has me gasping, followed by a tightness in my ribs I don’t quite understand.

He pulls back, kissing my forehead gently, before jumping to his feet. I take his extended hand and allow him to pull me off the floor.

“I’ll pick you up at noon.”

I nod.

He walks out the front door. “Goodnight, Kalani.”

As soon as I hear him pull out of the drive, I throw on some sweats and my running shoes, and walk outside, not bothering to grab a sweater, my phone, or lock the house. Sure, it’s past midnight, but what do I care?

My brain is on overdrive and I need to shut shit down.

I run until the only thing on my mind is the pain in my calves and feet.

Until my limbs are physically incapable of carrying me any further.

Until I’m numb.



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