Following Me Linde, K.A. (best romantic novels in english txt) 📖

sheknew it was one too many.  Maybe the one before had been too many.  She didn’tknow.  Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t feel her legs.  That made her giggledespite the terrible thought that had just crossed their minds.  Her lips feltheavy, her eyes felt heavy, everything felt heavy.  She sat back againstGarrett.  She was glad he was holding her.  Otherwise, she thought she mighttopple over.

Just as suddenly as the giggleleft her mouth, she clamped it shut, and tears streamed down her face.  She wasroyally fucked.  She pitched forward and threw her arms around Garrett, huggingher body close to his.  His arms dropped to her lower back, pulling her flushagainst him.  Her tears were falling on his shoulder, and she felt too weak andvulnerable and drunk to do anything about it.

Garrett ran one hand through herhair while the other rubbed up and down her back slowly.  She hiccupped andthen sighed into his embrace.  She wanted to just wash away all the pain andall her memories of Reid.  She wanted to make it so it had never happened.

“Hey.”  Garrett slid his hand upher side to her cheek and his other hand met the opposite side to cradle herface in his hands.

When she looked up into his eyesas he held her, the tears came streaming down heavier.  He tucked a lock of herhair behind her ear and then trailed his fingers along her jawline.

His lips fell lightly on hercheek, gently kissing away the tears.  Closing her eyes, she found the more hetried to comfort her, the more tears continued to fall.  His mouth moved to herother cheek, and he erased the tears from the path they had formed.  He trailedkisses down to her jaw, and then lightly, almost hesitantly, his lips moved tothe corner of her mouth.  As she sat very still, Devon felt her breathing pickup.

Then, his lips found hers.  Hetasted like scotch.  The kisses started out slow as Garrett willed a responsefrom her.  He threaded his fingers back up into her hair, pressing himselfagainst her.  He slid his tongue across her lip, and Devon gasped in surprise. He moved his tongue into her mouth, pushing them closer and closer together.

Then, everything seemed to happenat once.  Garrett was leaning her back into the couch.  His body moved overher, and she could feel his hips press into her.  His hand grazed her breastthrough her nightshirt.  His other hand was still tangled into her hair.  Hiskisses turned desperate and demanding.  Devon couldn’t breathe, couldn’tthink.  He ignored her unresponsive lips and fumbled with her clothing, pushingas much of it out of the way as he could.

She felt her body sink furtherand further into the couch as if she were disappearing.  She was sure that shewould surface on the other side and find this all to be another dream.

His lips traveled to her neck andcollarbone, reaching as much space as he could.  Devon had the terrible senseof enjoying herself.  It had been months since anyone had wanted this from her. She was only human, and her body betrayed her by reacting favorably to him.

The alcohol coursed through herveins, telling her to just enjoy it.  Her mind didn’t have a response.  Hadshe shut herself off this much?  It felt so nice to be wanted, to bekissed.  She hadn’t been kissed in so long.

Then, her mind did respond.  Brennan. Brennan had kissed her last, and she had pushed him away because she had aboyfriend.  She had thought then that she had a boyfriend, but in reality, shehad walked out on Reid.  She had pushed Brennan away for nothing, and Brennanwas worth more than this.

When she felt Garrett’s handsliding down her shorts, she yelled, “Stop!  Stop!  I…I can’t do this!”

Devon pushed and shoved him awayfrom her.  She fell hard on the ground onto her knees, jarring her body andsnapping her teeth together painfully.  She grunted and crawled away from him. Her balance was wretched, and she fell twice when she had tried to stand up.

Garrett stared at her, but shedidn’t want to see his face.  She didn’t want to see whatever he was thinking. She just needed to leave.  If running was her strength, then she would exerciseher strength a second time.  She couldn’t stand the thought of staying in thesame apartment as Garrett one more night.  How could he try and takeadvantage of her after she had just trusted him with something she had nevertold anyone before, especially after what she had told him?

Devon wasn’tgoing to wait around long enough to find out.  She stumbled into her room andthrew on a pair of jeans and her sneakers.  Garrett tried to talk to her, butshe pretended not to hear him.  She couldn’t deal with this on top ofeverything else.  She couldn’t even deal with her own problems.

DEVON WALKED BLINDLY down thestreets.  She didn’t know where she was going or what direction she was evenwalking in.  It was dangerous to walk alone at night through Chicago.  It was areally bad idea.  Then again, so was dating her boyfriend for three years,lying to her parents, pushing Brennan away, and getting close to Garrett.  Shewould just add those to the list.

Devon walked until the alcoholfelt less potent.  Why had she drunk so much?  Who thought that was a goodidea for a depressive?  She would have giggled at her own self-realization,but it wasn’t funny.

When her feet started hurting,she stopped and looked around.  She didn’t recognize anything, and that madeher even more anxious.  Where had her feet taken her?  Her eyes traveledthe buildings around the area as she tried to place her location.

She had been here before. Realizing where she was, she smiled and walked inside a building.

Standing in front of the door,she made the decision that her feet had already chosen for her.  She knockedand waited.  When nothing happened, she knocked again louder until she heardsomeone moving around inside.  Her head was spinning, and she didn’t know if itwas because she was still drunk or if she was nervous.  It was fair to say itwas likely both.

“Who is it?” a voice called.

She didn’t answer.

The door opened, and Brennan’sface