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curling my hair and talking to myself internally.
My mascara is thick tonight and my lips seem fuller than normal. Maybe that's because I keep staring at them thinking about his kiss. I can practically feel the warmth of his hands on my ass again. Why did I get up? That was the perfect chance to just let my tension out and feel him.
I glance at my phone and see missed calls from Luke, Holden, and Eaven. Is it sad that the last person I want to call from that list is Luke? It's not that I don't miss him and want to hear his voice. It's that I know I'll cry hearing it. I know I'll regret leaving like I did and wish I would've given him the chance to choose me.
I'm not stupid. I know he loves her; he never hid his feelings about her from me. He would've chosen her. She was pregnant with his baby for God’s sake. But I know Luke loved me in some way. I know he did.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs coming up from the basement pull me out of my thoughts and I hurry to finish the back of my hair.
This dress probably shows off too much of my cleavage, but tonight I'm walking out of this room and considering myself single. Which I am. I'm not listening to the voice of my conscious that's telling me Greg would hate this dress. Or that Luke would hate if he found out what I'm thinking about his friend.
What happens, happens. I’ll leave tomorrow to start my new life. Tonight will be my right of passage. It's time to get rid of the old Kimber and become the new woman who needs to create a new life for herself. One who deserves a night with a man because she's highly attracted to him. A woman who for once in her life isn't thinking about what a man would think about her actions.
I feel as though I'm going to struggle with this, but right now with this curling iron in my hand this sounds like a great idea.
I hear his deep voice through the door. Is he singing? I turn my head, trying to get a better angle as I finish with the last curl. This man has me so curious and confused. He's like a giant ball of country gentleness and so easy to be around. He calms me, even though my mind has been chaos since the second I found out who he really was. When I'm around him I can take a deep breath and know that I'm going to be alright. My past life is just that and I should be looking forward to where I'm headed.
I step into my heels and bend to buckle the tiny straps on each of them. His voice is still a mumble coming through into the room.
I open the door and catch the last few words of him singing a country song. He stops when he sees me and I wish he wouldn't have. “Your voice is amazing. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?”
“Awe, it just never came up.”
“How in the world do you expect me to do karaoke with you when you sound like that?” He finally sees me fully. He turns to face me and just plants both of his feet on the ground, bowing his head like he’s frustrated.
“I guess just like you expect me to go with you while you look as fuckin’ hot as you do.” I look down at my black dress and smile back up at him.
“You don't look too bad yourself.” His arms are squeezed tight in his black shirt and his giant leg muscles show tightly in his blue jeans. His hair is messy and those eyes seem bluer than usual. My eyes are drawn to his lips again and I decide in this very moment, I'll be kissing those again tonight. I have to.
“I feel like I'm under dressed looking at you.” He looks down at his own clothes and I hate that I've made him feel less than perfect.
“No, you’re perfect.” So damn perfect. I've seen a lot of men in my life and I've never had one affect me like he does just from his looks. Let's not even mention his Southern voice and the softness he has about him. I wish like everything that I could've met him in a different way and that our paths hadn't crossed well before we
My mascara is thick tonight and my lips seem fuller than normal. Maybe that's because I keep staring at them thinking about his kiss. I can practically feel the warmth of his hands on my ass again. Why did I get up? That was the perfect chance to just let my tension out and feel him.
I glance at my phone and see missed calls from Luke, Holden, and Eaven. Is it sad that the last person I want to call from that list is Luke? It's not that I don't miss him and want to hear his voice. It's that I know I'll cry hearing it. I know I'll regret leaving like I did and wish I would've given him the chance to choose me.
I'm not stupid. I know he loves her; he never hid his feelings about her from me. He would've chosen her. She was pregnant with his baby for God’s sake. But I know Luke loved me in some way. I know he did.
The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs coming up from the basement pull me out of my thoughts and I hurry to finish the back of my hair.
This dress probably shows off too much of my cleavage, but tonight I'm walking out of this room and considering myself single. Which I am. I'm not listening to the voice of my conscious that's telling me Greg would hate this dress. Or that Luke would hate if he found out what I'm thinking about his friend.
What happens, happens. I’ll leave tomorrow to start my new life. Tonight will be my right of passage. It's time to get rid of the old Kimber and become the new woman who needs to create a new life for herself. One who deserves a night with a man because she's highly attracted to him. A woman who for once in her life isn't thinking about what a man would think about her actions.
I feel as though I'm going to struggle with this, but right now with this curling iron in my hand this sounds like a great idea.
I hear his deep voice through the door. Is he singing? I turn my head, trying to get a better angle as I finish with the last curl. This man has me so curious and confused. He's like a giant ball of country gentleness and so easy to be around. He calms me, even though my mind has been chaos since the second I found out who he really was. When I'm around him I can take a deep breath and know that I'm going to be alright. My past life is just that and I should be looking forward to where I'm headed.
I step into my heels and bend to buckle the tiny straps on each of them. His voice is still a mumble coming through into the room.
I open the door and catch the last few words of him singing a country song. He stops when he sees me and I wish he wouldn't have. “Your voice is amazing. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?”
“Awe, it just never came up.”
“How in the world do you expect me to do karaoke with you when you sound like that?” He finally sees me fully. He turns to face me and just plants both of his feet on the ground, bowing his head like he’s frustrated.
“I guess just like you expect me to go with you while you look as fuckin’ hot as you do.” I look down at my black dress and smile back up at him.
“You don't look too bad yourself.” His arms are squeezed tight in his black shirt and his giant leg muscles show tightly in his blue jeans. His hair is messy and those eyes seem bluer than usual. My eyes are drawn to his lips again and I decide in this very moment, I'll be kissing those again tonight. I have to.
“I feel like I'm under dressed looking at you.” He looks down at his own clothes and I hate that I've made him feel less than perfect.
“No, you’re perfect.” So damn perfect. I've seen a lot of men in my life and I've never had one affect me like he does just from his looks. Let's not even mention his Southern voice and the softness he has about him. I wish like everything that I could've met him in a different way and that our paths hadn't crossed well before we
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