Brute: The Valves MC Read Online Free PDF

looked up and her expression changed to pure excitement in a split second. It was so obvious that I felt it, too.
     
    Getting her hands on the heavy box, she decided against moving it from where I temporarily had left in and dug right in. I didn't have time to warn her before the dust rose in the air. She didn’t seem concerned with such meagre things. Elbows deep into the exciting contents, she kept throwing back various items that didn't have anything to do with her vision or with the idea of fashion. I just stood around, watching her react in the most beautiful ways I ever saw a human have before.
     
    “Aha!” she finally exclaimed. “I thought you lied about sewing.”
     
    I smiled, curious about what had satisfied her requirements. I had been so taken by the look on her face that I didn’t notice a pile of fabrics and dolly dresses growing beside her. She gestured towards it in a way that said “behold” in the most theatrical manner.
     
    I moved closer and benefited from the most intricate bridal tutorial a five year old could gave. She helped herself with various pictures from the two magazines I managed to supply and ended up co-opting me for the creation of my very first wedding journal.
     
    I had turned an old notebook into the actual journal and we spend our afternoon cutting, gluing and combining the best possible outfits and arrangements for my dream wedding. Naturally, it turned out to be more of Ginger’s dream wedding, since most of my choices seemed to be the wrong ones.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Why did Wednesdays seem like the longest days of the week?
     
    I kept thinking about this phenomenon as I was trying to decide if I was hungry or not. During recess, students were in the cafeteria where I usually joined them, together with the rest of the teachers. Today, I wasn’t sure I wanted to eat. I was more preoccupied with the newest book I had bought and hadn’t even moved from my desk.
     
    A call interrupted my train of thought. “Hello!” I answered, a wide grin stretching my lips.
     
    Hearing Dawson’s voice made me feel energized. Without too much preamble, he asked me if I could come outside.
     
    I feared someone from the school might see us so I suggested the parking lot across the street, then darted through the hallways. I checked my watch to make sure I had enough time to enjoy his presence.
     
    Hurrying outside, I saw him pacing lazily on the sidewalk. He looked impressive in his riding gear and I smiled like a little girl. I felt like skipping and twirling around but I refrained from doing so as I crossed the street.
     
    “Hi…” He didn’t let me finish. He shut me up with a kiss. “What’s the occasion?” I inquired, when I was able to breathe again.
     
    He shrugged. “I wanted to see you, that’s all. Is it a bad moment?”
     
    “No, not at all. Want to grab a coffee while you see me?”
     
    “Why, sure,” he laughed and took my hand. “I saw a food truck close by. Are you hungry?”
     
    I thought for a moment. “Now that you ask me, I think I am. Is it the Mexican one?”
     
    “Mmhmm. I already had some taco from there. Let me tell you, it was the best I ever had!”
     
    I approved wholeheartedly. These guys were geniuses when it came to food.
     
    Discussing the science behind Mexican flavors, we walked hand in hand towards the food truck. I noticed that my hunger had become more noticeable so I got the lunch special, which was a hefty meal with dessert, and a coffee.
     
    “Are you sure you can finish that?” Dawson asked.
     
    “You have no idea.”
     
    We sat at one of the wooden tables that the guys from the food truck placed around their car. I dove into my food with greater interest than I expected while Dawson was watching me curiously, waiting for his coffee to get to a drinkable temperature.
     
    “Wow,” he whispered after a while. I looked up. “That’s some healthy eating, right there!”
     
    “Mmhmm,” I mumbled, mouth full of