Fangs Fate & Other Bad Desicions novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Standing in front of the empty sink, looking out onto the neighbour’s backyard over our shared fence, I’m lost in thought and purposefully ignoring him.

His earlier touch and his comment about being able to hear my heartbeat have thrown me for a loop that’s not the fun kind like on a rollercoaster. I’m sure he was mistaken when he said he could hear it. He probably misspoke and meant to say felt. No normal person can hear another’s heart’s steady rhythm unless you hold your ear against their chest, right? Right? Right

Even though I can’t see him as he’s moving about the kitchen behind me, I can feel him. A strange awareness awakened in me since I touched him this morning. It is as if this invisible string is floating in the air, tethering us together. It’s the strangest thing, and I’m having difficulty wrapping my head around it. Maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee yet.

I feel him before I hear him speak. He’s so close that the hairs on my neck are standing up in awareness. “What are you looking at Menace?”

Little

1 make the mistake of turning my head in his direction to answer him, and realise he’s right there. He had dipped his head lower so he’s almost eye level with me. Staring into his electric blue eyes (walt, wasn’t his eye color dark blue earlier?) feels like I can trust him with my whole life and soul.

We’re caught in a moment where there is nothing and no one beyond this bubble that’s wrapped itself around us. My breath hitches, and I instinctively feel my torso twist towards him, as if my body has a mind of its own and wants this man to hold it and never let go.

His

gaze darts between my eyes, down to my mouth, and back up again. His hand drifts to the small of my back, and my body comes alive. Sparks run along every inch of skin as they spread outward from where his featherlike touch has made contact. The blue flame that ignites in the depths of his gaze makes my soul sing in an unfamiliar recognition.

How is this possible? That a man I met less than 24–hours ago has generated more emotions and feelings within me than my ex could ever do in the ten months 1 put up with his ass.

Nope. Absolutely not. This is not an acceptable reaction. Walk away from the attractive man, Harley

With resolve I’m not sure where it conses from, I clear my throat and step to the side, away from his touch and intense focus. Turning around and leaning my ass against the sink’s edge, I answer him without making eye contact, “I’m thinking of everything that still needs to be done at the

store.”

Evasive, yes, but I might as well start laying the brickwork for my plan I devised earlier. You know, the one where I get rid of him without seeming rude.

He hasn’t moved, which doesn’t give me much breathing space so I can get my heart rate under control, but at least he isn’t trying to consume my soul with his intent gaze anymore. “Store?” he asks, nonchalantly.

Deciding to feed him a few vague breadcrumbs of my life, I answer, “Yeah, I own a bookstore a couple of blocks from here.” With that information, he won’t be able to become a stalker, seeing as there are various bookstores downtown Business hasn’t been the greatest recently due to a large commercialized bookstore that has opened three blocks down from mine much to my annoyance. Even some of the other smaller, niche bookstores with whom I have a friendly working relationship are having trouble keeping their head above water.

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