BEST KIND OF BROKEN by Chelsea Fine (January 13, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback; $12.00)
SOMETIMES MOVING ON MEANS MOVING IN
Pixie Marshall wishes every day she could turn back time and fix the past. But she can’t. And the damage is done. She’s hoping that a summer of free room and board working with her aunt at the Willow Inn will help her forget. Except there’s a problem: the resident handyman is none other than Levi Andrews. The handsome quarterback was once her friend-and maybe more-until everything changed in a life-shattering instant. She was hoping to avoid him, possibly forever. Now he’s right down the hall and stirring up feelings Pixie thought she’d long buried . . .Β
Levi can’t believe he’s living with the one person who holds all his painful memories. More than anything he wants to make things right, but a simple “sorry” won’t suffice-not when the tragedy that scarred them was his fault. Levi knows Pixie’s better off without him, but every part of him screams to touch her, protect her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss away the pain. Yet even though she’s so close, Pixie’s heart seems more unreachable than ever. Seeing those stunning green eyes again has made one thing perfectly clear-he can’t live without her.
Itβs late, and most of the inn guests are already asleep.
I wait until I hear the TV click on in Leviβs room before I start plugging everything I own into the wall.
We argued today. We avoided each other. And aside from the weird look we exchanged in the hallway this morning and our little spat in front of Zack, everything is back to normal.
Which means I owe Levi for the cold shower I had to take.
I turn everything on and the lights go out. I hear the TV die in the next room and crawl onto my bed with a smile.
βPixie!β Leviβs irritated voice rings through the walls and Iβm feeling happier than a mature person should.
I hear stomping, and then he opens my bedroom door. Just opens it. Like he has the right to just waltz into my room. I could be naked in here; he doesnβt know.
βYouβre going out to the fuse box this time.β He steps inside, and now heβs standing just a few feet away, pointing his finger at me.
Iβm on the bed, trying to look casual, like lying in the dark playing games on my phone is perfectly normal. The only light in the room is coming from the glow of my phone and the half-moon outside, so we both look blue and soft. And in the blue softness, I see heβs shirtless.
I see Levi without a shirt on almost every morning, but Iβve never seen him half-naked in the dark, and something about it makes my body feel electric.
βNot going to happen,β I say.
He steps closer. βWell, I sure as hell am not marching outside to turn the power back on.β
I shrug. βFine with me. I donβt need electricity tonight. I can watch TV on my fully charged phone.β I wiggle said phone at him.
He sighs. βYou donβt understand. I was looking up the contact information for an alarm company I found so I can call and schedule the installation tomorrow. I need the Internet, Pix.β
βThen use your phone.β
βMy phone is dead.β
The boy never charges anything. He almost makes the whole fuse-blowing thing too easy.
βWell, thatβs too bad. I guess youβre going to have to turn the electricity back on after all.β I pretend to be very interested in my game.
βLet me use your phone. Just for a minute.β
βNo.β
βCome on. Itβs for Ellen.β He implores me with a pouty face Iβve seen him use on his mom a dozen times.
I scoff. βPlease.β
βDammit, Pixie.β The pout is gone.
βMaybe tomorrow youβll remember to charge your own phone. Or hey, better yet, maybe youβll let me have a hot shower.β I make a big production of pressing random buttons on my phone.
He slumps his shoulders like heβs accepting defeat, then whips out his arm and tries to swipe the phone from my hands. Sneaky bastard.
I pull my phone back and kick at him with my foot, but he grabs my ankleβbecause Iβm not exactly a ninja with my kicking skillsβand then we both freeze.
Because now Iβm leaning back on the bed with my legs spread apart, and heβs got one hand on my ankle and the other on the bed next to my hip where he was reaching for my phone, and his body is in between my legs, which are completely bare except for the tiny gym shorts I have on, and my right arm is raised over my head with my cell phone still out of his reach, but my back is arched and my shirt has come up so my stomach is completely exposed and Iβm hot all over.
Hot. Heat. Everywhere.
I mean, really. We look like weβre in the middle of having sex, but with clothes on. My body knows this. His body knows this. And our bodies are really, really happy about this.
Heβs looking at me with nothing in his eyes except want. And I like it. No, I love it.
This must show on my face because his handβstill wrapped around my ankleβmoves up my leg an inch, and he watches my reaction.
I try not to react because, hell, he canβt win. He canβt just be asshole Levi all day long and then climb into my bed at night and touch me wherever he pleases.
Ugh. Yes he can.
I part my lips and he slowly, slowly slides his warm hand up my calf and, holy hell, I could orgasm right here. I might, actually.
My calf.
My calf.
Heβs touching my calf and Iβm more turned on than Iβve ever been in my life.
His hand shifts again, and the only thought in my head is, Go higher, go higher.
Please, dear God, go higher.
Chelsea lives in Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends most of her time writing stories, painting murals, and avoiding housework at all costs. She’s ridiculously bad at doing dishes and claims to be allergic to laundry. Her obsessions include: superheroes, coffee, sleeping-in, and crazy socks. She lives with her husband and two children, who graciously tolerate her inability to resist teenage drama on TV and her complete lack of skill in the kitchen.Β
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