Read Online Show Me How (It's Kind Of Personal Book 2) by Anna Brooks - Free Book Online

look out of the peephole makes me take a step back.
    Brandon
    “I don’t know why you’re pretending you’re not in there. I can hear you.”
    I stand outside Mary’s door with a paper bag in my hand. I left her just this morning, but it’s already been too long. She’s not been back in my life for even a full day, and I can’t get enough of her. I have some buddies doing patrol to keep an eye and make sure she doesn’t take off again, but I don’t think she will. The threat of Scott Smith is gone; she has nothing to fear anymore.
    When I was looking for her, our memories kept me going. The only thing pushing me forward. But now that I know she’s here, the future is suddenly obtainable. A future with her. A future I thought was never possible. A future I knew I always wanted.
    We used to play house. At first, I hated it; I would have rather played ball or something with Travis. She had no other friends, so I was stuck playing the dad. She would be off in her own world being the mom. I sat in a chair with a fake pipe and newspaper watching her gently bounce a doll, humming and rocking it to sleep. Then she’d put it in a fake crib and bring me supper. I always knew she’d make a great wife and mother. Being in our own pretend little world was one of my favorite places to be. I’d imagine that was exactly what it’d be like when we grew up. Eventually, we got too old to play house, but I never forgot that.
    The door swings open, and I take off my aviators, firmly setting them on top of my head.
    “I’m not pretending I’m not here. I’m ignoring you. There’s a difference.” Her crossed arms make her perky tits stand at attention, and I lick my lips imagining what they look like. Although we made out a few times, it never went much farther than that. Funnily enough, looking back, I don’t understand what the fuck I was such a pussy about. Dad really wouldn’t have made her stay away.
    “Oh, my God! Are you really doing that right now? I haven’t seen you for twelve years, and you have the balls to stare at my chest?”
    I peel my eyes away and look at her face. “I’m sorry?”
    “Yeah. Okay.” She uncrosses her arms and rests them at her side. “What do you want?”
    “For you to stop acting like you’re pissed at me. Which is complete bullshit, seeing as I’ve been searching for you for twelve years. And the fact that I moved to Wisconsin, just because I got a lead on your whereabouts, should make you realize how much I sacrificed for you.”
    Her eyes widen with every word, and she struggles to speak. “I . . . I’m sorry, Brandon. Really, I am. I figured you wouldn’t want me around since, ya know? Your dad and everything. And with the threat Scott left me, I was so scared he would try to hurt one of you guys. I was trying to protect you.”
    I run my finger down her face, and her eyes close. “How could you ever think that? You were my best friend. I loved you and you disappeared. Just up and left me.”
    She raises her lashes, and wetness brims the sexiest pair of green eyes I’ve ever seen. The hurt, the agony, and the guilt she’s been holding in fills every tear that falls. She never cries. Always holds her emotions tight in her chest.
    “Shit.” I step into the room and kick the door shut behind me. The paper bag gets set on the floor and I pull her into my arms. “Not a day, Mary. Not a fucking day that I didn’t think about you. I would have nightmares about what was happening to you. Thinking you were hurt. Not knowing if you were dead or alive. I never felt an ounce of anger toward you for what happened to Dad. We were never threatened or afraid that Scott would retaliate.”
    Silently, her body shudders, and I decide to get it all out there. Things I should have said when I first saw her instead of pretending I could just be content with having her back in my life. I still have so many questions about what she’s been doing, but all I care about right now is that