Edge of Chaos (Love on the Edge #1) Read Online Free PDF

of reading from the first week of classes.
    Justin had called and said I could come over to his place if I wanted to, but the idea of watching him and four of his closest friends play Xbox and drink beer all night was less than tempting. He wouldn’t even know I was there anyway, not with COD on the screen.
    Scanning my next customer’s three DVDs I tried not to be bitter, but it was hard. Routine smothered me, and I desperately craved to do something, anything . I handed the customer his bag of movies. Maybe I’d skip class reading and color my hair tonight, something wild like red or blonde.
    “Hey there,” a familiar deep voice said, snapping me to attention.
    Heat rocketed to my core, and my heart stuttered.
    Damn. Dash Lexington. He was gorgeous, but he had an approachable air, like it’d be easy to carry on a conversation with him.
    “Hi,” I said, grabbing his CD and scanning it. I held the CD up before putting it in a bag. “You like Blue October?”
    His eyebrows raised. “Hell, yeah. They’re incredible. You know them?”
    “Been to six of their shows. They’re even better live.”
    Dash smiled, and it lit up his chiseled features. “Agreed. I’ve only been to a few shows, but I’m going next month. You?”
    “I’ll be there.”
    He swiped his card and signed the pad with the cheap plastic pen. “So, Blake, who likes to answer every question in class, when do you get off?”
    My mouth dropped for a moment. “I don’t answer every—”
    “Yeah you do, but it’s all right,” he cut me off, “gets me and the boys off the hook.”
    I handed him his bag as he stood there eyeing me. I glanced behind him, but there weren’t any customers waiting in line since the store would close soon.
    “What?” I finally asked, and hoped if I had ink or something on my face he’d have the decency to at least tell me.
    “What time are you done here?”
    I blinked a couple times. “Oh, less than an hour.”
    “Perfect, it’ll still be happy hour over at Bailey’s. You know where that is?”
    I shook my head.
    “It’s a bar the guys and I hang out at near campus. Total dive, but they’ve got rated burgers and cheap drinks.”
    “Sounds nice,” I said.
    “You want the address so you can meet me there, or do you want me to wait so you can follow me?”
    My eyes widened for a second, realization setting in. “That’s really sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”
    He tilted his head. “And I have a girlfriend. Overconfident much?”
    “I’m sorry! I just thought . . .” Blood rushed to my cheeks.
    Dash chuckled. “Relax, I’m just teasing. I get it. You probably have guys asking you out all the time. In my case, though, it’s strictly a friendly invite because I wasn’t joking about the girlfriend part.”
    He smiled at me again. The gesture was so genuine it calmed my embarrassment and tugged on my intense desire to shatter the routine I was stuck in.
    “In that case, I’d love to.” My answer came quick and I swallowed hard. Usually I weighed the pros and cons on whether an event was worth fighting with Justin over. He didn’t like it when I went off script, but something in me didn’t want to say no to Dash.
    “Awesome, I’ll hang around till you get off. Be easier if you follow me.”
    “All right,” I said, the butterflies resuming their flapping in my stomach. I told myself this was because I was thrilled at the prospect of actually making some friends before I graduated college and not at all to do with how his lip quirked when he smiled.
    “You should text your boyfriend and tell him to meet us there,” he said while walking toward the exit. He had his cell phone out and typed as well. “I’ll be out here when you’re done closing up.”
    I watched him walk through the automatic doors. I saw the outlines of defined, but not bulging, muscles through his snugly fitted red T-shirt. I blinked and forced myself to snap out of it. He literally just told me to text my boyfriend!
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