Page 7 of Broken
Looking from the box to the woman, I pause as she lifts her eyes to mine.
Jesus. I’m momentarily stunned. She may be tired, a little irritated and resigned as her shoulders slump, but it doesn’t take away from the fact she is fucking gorgeous.
I’m not the kind of guy to get stopped in his tracks by a woman, but damn. I can’t stop staring.
Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders in soft waves, catching the light shimmering in through the window at the end of the hall. Her eyes are dark cobalt blue, vivid and striking. Despite a tired and pinched appearance, they’re stunning. Her lips are full and sensuous, with a rosy hue that makes my eyes linger there, wondering what they might taste like.
She’s wearing a cropped hoody and skin-tight pants, showing off the curve of her hips and a slender waist. My head goes to all kinds of places it shouldn’t. I have to get the hell out of here without drawing any attention, and this woman almost knocked me on my ass.
I help her with the box, picking it up off the floor, my eyes running the length of her long legs. Whatever is inside the box rattles around. It’s definitely in pieces.
“Oh, thank God.”
I frown, wondering what she is thankful for, then realize she is focused on the box.
“It’s not the one with the coffee machine inside. Oh shit, sorry. Are you alright, did I hurt you?”
She finally focuses on me. Her lips part as she stops talking, then her cheeks flush, and she glances down at herself. She whispers, ‘holy crap’ under her breath.
Not sure if she is embarrassed about how she looks, or if I’ve had the same effect on her she had on me. Either way, her blush is fucking adorable.
“No, not hurt. Something in here is though.”
“You know what, I don’t even care anymore,” she sighs, gathering her wits.
“Need a hand?” I ask, then silently kick myself. What the fuck? I need to go.
“No, it’s okay. This was the last of them.”
I nearly ask what she means by that, but instead I grab my bag from where it landed when I tried to stop myself falling.
“Enjoy your coffee,” I head for the stairs.
I don’t hear her moving and although I tell myself not to, I glance back before I slip through the door. She’s watching me. I can’t help but wink and grin when the corners of her lips rise in a small smile. Then I’m gone.
Fucking idiot. I have more important things to worry about right now.
But shit, she made a crappy day a little better.
Chapter Three
Calli
The boxes are never ending. It’s amazing how much you can accumulate without realizing. Which became evident when I packed up and made the journey to Baltimore, leaving behind the place I called home for the last eleven years of my life.
I’ve rented this apartment part-furnished, so at least there is a sofa and a bed. Somewhere in all of this crap are sheets but I am too exhausted to find them.
Wanting to get here quickly, I’d foregone the last night in a motel and drove the U-Haul truck straight through the night. I hit Baltimore around six this morning, then had the annoying task of taking numerous trips up and down in the elevator.
It is eight now and Sin has been here for about thirty minutes. The bed is calling me. But… Who the hell knows where the sheets are?
“Why in the holy hell did you drive all night?”
“I don’t know,” I huff out a breath blowing some hair off my face.
“Well, you look like shit.”
“Thank you.”
