Title:
Break Me
Author:
Ashley
Christin
Release
Date: March 28, 2015
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Returning back for
the spring semester of college, Brealynn and her best friend, Kelsey, are ready
to start a new chapter.
After the loss of
their mother, Pro BMX rider Colt Taylor and his brother, Parker, hope to
rebuild their lives by concentrating on
competitions.
One night brings
them together.
One night shatters
it all.
Can they survive
the break?
As I round the
corner, I run right into a solid chest and fall backwards, landing ungracefully
on my ass.
How. Freaking.
Embarrassing.
“Whoa!
Are you okay?” a deep voice drawls.
I’m
scared to look up.
“Yeah
– I - I’m fine. Sorry,” I stutter to his tan
flip-flop feet.
“Crashes
happen every day. You should really take a defensive walking course,
though,” his voice full of humor rumbles through me and shakes my
whole being.
I slowly look him
over, sweeping my gaze from his feet up his bare tan legs, to a navy blue towel
hung very, very low on his hips. I follow the V-line up where it blends into a
firm six pack, and then to the amazing chest I just ran into. He has the most
incredible sleeve that snakes up his arm, and wraps around his shoulder and
probably continues onto his back like it does his chest, which is lean muscle
toned to perfection.
I’m
horrified by the time I look at his face, for many reasons. One being, I just
ran smack into him and landed on my ass. Two, by the cocky grin that is on his
face, he totally just caught me checking him out. Three, I’m staring
into the warmest set of brown eyes I’ve ever
seen.
He squats down to
my level and offers me his hand. I’m totally distracted by the
intricate details of his tattoo, the black and orange combination of artwork
that starts at his wrist and travels upward. Colorful designs, one
being a bike chain, stands out as it waves across his
forearm.
I want to trace
each one with my finger…or tongue. Either one. It doesn’t
matter.
Gah! What
is going on with me?
I’m
drooling over someone I don’t even really know. He clears his throat
and redness spreads over my cheeks as I realize his hand has been extended for
quite a while. I grasp his hand as he helps me stand. Not releasing his grip,
he introduces himself—not that he needed
to.
“I’m
Colt Taylor.”
I am feeling a
little lightheaded, and I don’t know if it is from the fall, his
touch, or his stare.
“I-I’m
Brealynn. I’m sorry about that, Colt,” I say, a little
breathless.
Damn
girl, get a hold of yourself!
“Not a
problem. I got to meet a beautiful girl.” He flashes a straight white
smile that contrasts against his sun-tanned skin. As if in deep thought, he
stares at me a minute too long. “Did you enjoy your break?”
He tilts his head slightly.
I’m lost
in thought again checking out this gorgeous man. Colt’s grin is
holding the sexiest pair of dimples in place. His hair is styled into a wet
perfect mess of a faux hawk. He should be illegal. I feel a slight tug on my
hand and snap back to the
conversation.
“I
– um –
good?”
I really need to
pay attention.
I haven’t
ever really talked to Colt. There have been glances here and there, but that
was the beginning of freshman year. Then, he was gone for over six months
… I would have remembered any words with this
man.
“You
don’t seem so sure. Who put the clouds in those beautiful eyes of
yours?” He is currently rubbing circles slowly around my hand. I
don’t realize that we have closed our distance to one another until I
can feel his breath on my face, his eyes seeing into my
soul.
“Today’s
forecast is clear. That’s all you need to know.” I step
back with a smile on my face. Where this bout of courage came from, I have no
idea. The fact that he notices something is on my mind, means
nothing.
I’m
serious. It doesn’t.
I’m
a shitty liar.
“Well,
I love the sunshine, if you ever want to come outside and
play.”
“I’ll
consider it.”
And I
will.
“Please
do. I know I will be thinking about you coming…probably when I am
lying in my bed at night.” He shrugs and winks while releasing the
hold he had on my hand.
“See you
around, Brealynn.”
I just stand there
dazed as he walks off down the hall. As he lays where? What?
Damn.
Ashley Christin
lives in North Dallas with her long-term boyfriend and their lab, Sadie. When
she isn’t in scrubs making cute kids cry, you can find her typing
away on her computer while Sadie whines every thirty minutes. Ashley worked as
a Cosmetologist for several years, but was soon called into Nursing and from
there, writing.
“If
it’s not fun, I’m not doing it.” That’s
what Ashley says majority of the time. She lives for fun and loves making
people laugh. Laughter is the best medicine, after
all.
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