Shattered Promises 02 - Fractured Souls by Jessica Sorensen (motivational books for students TXT) 📕

a laugh. “Not too bad, but I’m good at handling pain, much more than other things.”

“What about the non-pain part of it?” With each ravening breath I take, my chest brushes against his.

He shakes his head and his forehead brushes against mine. We’re almost pressing against each other, but there’s still a sliver of space between our bodies, a boundary we need at the moment, until some sort of trust can be established.

“There was no non-pain part of it.” His voice is strained as he starts to twist the ribbon on my shirt around his finger. “It didn’t do anything other than give me a really, really bad fucking headache.”

I hate this drive toward him. The invisible pull that I still don’t understand. The overwhelming need to touch him, rip his clothes off, bite his lip, scratch his skin and feel his rock-hard body. I should be angry with him, yet I can’t seem to get to that place.

My fingertips dare to go to the place my mind is heading, drifting to the top of his jeans, then skimming underneath the fabric. I feel him tense and I tense, too. I’m about to go there and what really surprises me is how bad I want to do it, want to touch him. I can tell he wants to touch me also, his lips are dipping closer to mine as we breathe frantically. My back arches and my chest presses against his, my body and mind wanting more—needing more. I feel starved from something, but I’m having a hard time placing what.

“Jesus… Gemma...” He lets out a throaty groan and his eyes start to shut as my hand travels lower. I start rubbing him through his boxers until he becomes hard and tugs on the ribbon of my shirt to unlace the front. The curves of my breasts become more exposed along with my bra. My other hand wanders up the front of him, resting on the top of his heart, crushed between our bodies. I can feel it pounding in his chest, racing almost as fast as mine. Our lips brush, the connection sparking, and he lets out another groan, this time louder. Suddenly, I remember that there’s a six-foot four, blue-eyed, blond haired, sexy Vampire hiding under my bed. Shit. I lean back, pulling my hands out of the top of his jeans.

“Where’s Aislin and Laylen?” I ask, breathless.

He blinks and the emotion drains from his expression. Holding my gaze, he unwinds the loosened ribbon from his finger and pushes back from the door. “Downstairs I think.”

Just like that the tension and desire melt into a puddle below our feet.

“Can I talk to Aislin?” I ask, refastening the ribbon.

He shrugs, pretending to be unbothered, but he seems uneasy. “You can do whatever you want.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” I step to the side and hold the door wide open so he’ll leave, even though I don’t want him to at all. I want to put my hands back down the front of his jeans and let him completely untie my shirt.

“Fine.” He turns his back on me and walks out. “Goddammit, why do you have to be so frustrating?” he mutters to himself, although it’s loud enough that I can hear it.

“I have no idea,” I mumble back, then quickly shut the door and whirl around to the bed. “Laylen?”

He army crawls from underneath the bed, his soft laughter making me uneasy. He stands up straight, brushing some dust off his clothes. “Fuck. That was really awkward.”

I fidget with the ribbon on my shirt. “Nothing happened.”

He laughs, rearranging his hair into place. “If you say so.”

“It didn’t,” I argue, but my cheeks heat. “I swear nothing did.”

He presses back a smile and strides for the window. “All I know is that those noises are going to haunt me for life.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I don’t even know why I did it… why I’m like that towards him.”

He smiles sadly at me from over his shoulder “Because you two have history together and a connection nothing can compete with.”

I tilt my head to the side. “We do?”

His shoulders rise and fall as he shrugs. “Kind of… you’ll have to ask him about it, though.”

I sift through my memories, knowing I’m probably not going to see anything, but trying anyway. As usual, I see blankness, then a few fading clips, however nothing important appears in my mind’s eye.

“So now what.” I change the subject.

He hesitates, staring out the window. “Well, here’s where things get tricky.”

“Get tricky?” I step up beside him and peer down at the three-story drop to a mostly vacant asphalt parking lot. “Things have been tricky for a very, very long time.”

“True, but they’re about to get trickier.” He unlatches the window, pushes it open, and sticks his head out, looking down below. “We’re not going to be able to just walk out the front door. Adessa set up these charms so if someone tries to come in or go out, she’ll know. It’s her version of a security system.”

My jaw drops as he ducks back into the window. “Oh my God. You want us to climb out the window. Are you crazy?”

“It’s the only way,” he says simply, gripping the windowsill. “All the downstairs windows have charms on them, and although I’m not sure exactly what Adessa’s charms do if they get set off, I’d really rather not find out.”

I stare at the window with uncertainty. It’s getting late, the sky is getting grey as the sun plummets below the tips of the towering buildings. “Can’t we just tell Adessa what we’re doing?”

“Walking downstairs means facing Alex,” he remarks, slanting his head to the side to meet my eyes. “Are you ready to deal with that? Tell him what you want and then fight him until he lets you go?”

“No.”

“Well, then... ”

I sigh, shuffle my way to the window, and sit down on the windowsill. “I really do hate heights.”

He playfully pinches my leg. “I