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Chapter 13: Hunter
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HeartLess Chapter 14: Skye
Lanie and I are parked at a table on the second floor of the library. We started out studying at the apartment, but there were too many distractions, so we relocated.It hasn't been a whole week of school yet, and I'm already buried beneath an avalanche of reading material. This is what hitting the ground running looks like. Maybe it's better this way. The busier I am, the less time I have to dwell on my dad's prognosis.Or Hunter.Being at the same school is more difficult than I anticipated it would be. Everywhere I go, I catch sight of him. It's like we can't get away from one another. Maybe it's only for a moment or two, but it's enough to force him to the forefront of my brain.Lanie lifts her arms with a groan and stretches. "This chapter on carbon-containing ligands and molecules is going to be the death of me." When I give her a blank stare in response, she laughs. "It's for inorganic chem."And here, I thought statistics was hard. Inorganic chem sounds like the stuf
HeartLess Chapter 15: Hunter
I pull up the long gravel driveway on the outskirts of town. Even though it's after eight o'clock in the evening, I bypass the house my brother and I grew up in and head straight to the garage. With the amount of time Mason spends there, he should set up a cot and just be done with it already.I step through the wide door and into a space large enough to hold three vehicles. There's a car hoisted on a lift and another with its hood popped open. My brother slides out from beneath the cherry-red Camaro when he hears my approaching footsteps."Hey, what are you doing here?" he asks, voice filled with surprise. There's grease smudged on his cheek, and his fingers are covered in it. Even when he scrubs them at the end of the night, they never get completely clean. Guess that's one of the occupational hazards of being a mechanic.I shrug and head to the dinged-up fridge off to the side and grab a beer. "Want one?""Sure. I've put in a twelve-hour day. I deserve it."I pull out two
HeartLess Chapter 16: Skye
It takes two weeks before I'm able to navigate my way around campus without getting lost or turned around. When I make it to statistics with a few minutes to spare, it feels like a major accomplishment, and I'm tempted to pat myself on the back. Instead, I pull out my stats book. It slips from my fingers before landing on the floor with a loud thud that reverberates throughout the lecture hall. A few people swivel on their chairs and stare.I reach down to pick it up and realize someone has beaten me to it. Our heads bump, and we both groan."Sorry," we say in unison before chuckling."Here, allow me." When the guy sitting next to me bends over for a second time to retrieve the book, I take a moment to check him out.From what I can tell, he has long blond hair that grazes the nape of his neck and strong shoulders. His T-shirt molds to his muscular back. When he sits up to face me, mocha-colored eyes meet mine. His lips curve, and a set of dimples pop. He's definitely handsom
HeartLess Chapter 17: Skye
With my phone in hand, I glance at the text message to double-check the address. It wouldn't surprise me if I ended up at 622 E. Prospect Avenue instead of 622 W. Prospect. Being directionally challenged is an ongoing struggle.But, nope...this is it.I'm not going to lie. I kind of wish I was standing in front of the wrong house. From the loud music and boisterous voices pouring from the windows, it sounds like there's a party going on inside.Nerves eat me alive as I walk up the front porch steps. Rotted wood siding and peeling paint mar the façade. At one point in time, this house must have been gorgeous but that's no longer the case. There's a neglected air that surrounds the property. It's sad to see such a beautiful house in run-down condition. Most of the student housing near campus is in similar states of disrepair. Landlords do the bare minimum to keep rent flowing in.As much as I would like to prolong this moment with a thorough assessment of the house, I don't bot
HeartLess Chapter 18: Skye
My gaze lifts, and my words trail off. I swallow and nearly choke on my own saliva. Other than a thick navy towel slung across his narrow hips, Hunter isn't wearing a stitch of clothing.Look away!Instead, my gaze roves over his upper body before greedily sliding over every inch of exposed skin.Holy monkey.How is it possible that he's more beautiful than when we were together?My attention becomes ensnared by a droplet of water as it slowly migrates down the middle of his chest. It follows the arrow of dark, crinkly hair past his six-pack before being absorbed by the plush material loosely fastened around his hips.The temptation to reach out and trace the same path with my fingers is almost too irresistible to ignore. A thick shiver of longing slides through me before settling in my core as I fight the natural inclination of my body. After a few harsh breaths, I force my gaze to his."Where are your clothes?" I croak. It feels like I'm being choked from the inside out."I did
HeartLess Chapter 19: Skye
A guttural groan rumbles up from his chest as I arch my body into his hands. His thumbs strum my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt until they're hard little points that beg for his attention. I moan as he tweaks each stiffened bud between his thumb and forefinger, inflicting enough pain to flood me with pleasure.In the past, when we made love, Hunter's touch was gentle and full of reverence. As if I were made of spun glass. His hands are no longer worshipful."Do you like that?" he rasps, his mouth following the path of his fingers until his lips close around one hardened tip before drawing it into his mouth. Not a stitch of my clothing has been shed, but that doesn't stop me from feeling the pull of him down to my core. Each tug ripples through my body like a stone that has been thrown into a calm pool of water. Before releasing the little bud, he bites down on it, and the arousal smoldering deep in my belly bursts into flame.Time away from him has done nothing to d
HeartLess Chapter 20: Hunter
I drag a hand over my face before grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from the top drawer of the dresser and yanking them up my legs. By the time the elastic band snaps against my waist, Skye has already ripped open the bedroom door and is racing down the staircase like she's narrowly escaped becoming a human sacrifice. The pounding of her feet echoes off the bare walls before reverberating in my head. I grab athletic shorts, a T-shirt, and shoes before taking off.What the hell am I supposed to say once I catch up to her?That I'm sorry?Well, guess what?I'm not.I've had a major hard-on for that girl since she stepped foot on campus. It was only a matter of time before the sexual energy brewing between us exploded. I wasn't lying when I told her that I've used other women to try to obliterate her from my mind.The operative word being try.Only now is it apparent that I've been deluding myself.We've always had undeniable chemistry. What I didn't anticipate was that it would have
HeartLess Chapter 21: Hunter
Once she got to Wisconsin, she was too busy to talk or even text. And I was swamped with football camp. Before I knew it, weeks had flown by with only a few sporadic messages between us. Unable to stand the separation, I got in my car and drove the seventeen hours to Camp whatever-the-hell-its-name-was. Instead of being happy to see me, Skye dropped the bomb that she was staying in Wisconsin to attend college. Her mother had pulled some strings and got her accepted at UW-Madison.I thought she was joking.Who the fuck wants to live in Wisconsin?She wasn't.Then she unceremoniously dumped my ass. Something about our lives moving in different directions and us growing apart-blah, blah, blah. My brain clicked off, and I stopped listening to the bullshit excuses since that was what they were. None of it made sense.How could she throw away our relationship?I'm not proud of myself, but in a moment of weakness, I told her that if being closer to her mother was so important, I'd tra
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