Entangled (Evolve Series Novella 2.5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

there, placing
intermittent kisses along her shoulder. “Talk to me, tell me everything I
missed today,” I mumble as I now pull her shirt down those smooth, tan shoulders,
giving myself more bare skin to taste.
    “Nothing really,” she turns her head back to look
at me, “why? What’s going on with you?”
    How do I tell her, without sounding like a psycho,
that I want to know every facet of her every day? If she laughed, I want to know
what was funny. I want to know what she ate, what she wore, who she saw. I want
to connect with her on a youthful, carefree level. She needs to know I can
relate, that I like to have fun, too. I miss her when we’re apart and want to
recreate every moment when we’re together. I’m busy all day, but that’s all it
is—busy. Not engaged, not interested, and far from impassioned; I go through
the motions to keep my father’s passion afloat, to secure a future for
my brother and his children, perhaps my own children, but only if it’s what
they want to do. More often than not, I feel like the stuffy businessman
who shows up late to catch a few half-hearted laughs with the Crew, a complete
outsider way too old for his age.
    “Hey, you,” she cups my cheek, her thumb skimming
my jaw whisper soft, “tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Be here
with me. Let me help you solve your problems.”
    I don’t answer with words, unable to find the right
ones just yet, but rather run my fingers from her shoulders down her arms, eyes
solely focused on their trail. Several times I do this, still in silence,
taking every nuance of her skin. I take my time, memorizing every small freckle
placed here and there before finally taking her hands and lifting them, pulling
her arms straight up in the air.
    “Keep them there,” my voice rumbles, my first words
in several minutes, and then pull her shirt up and off in one swift move. “Wrap
them around my neck,” I direct in a heated breath on her neck.
    She curls her arms back and finds my neck, twirling
her fingers in the longer hairs at the nape, lying her head back against my
chest.
    “Love you so much, Laney.” I nip along her
shoulder, pressing myself into her from behind. “I’ll always love you, my
beautiful angel. You save me every day.”
    “You’re scaring me,” she whispers, and I feel her trembling
under my ministrations. “What’s wrong, babe?”
    Again, I have no verbal answer to give her, not one
that would make sense to her, anyway. I don’t know what triggers it, or
obviously I’d work on stopping it, but sometimes…sometimes I get lost in my own
headspace, feeling like I live in one world and her in another; and I don’t
like it. I need to reaffirm my connection to her, and I need it now.
    I turn us, draped around each other, and walk us to
the large window that offers a view of the backyard and the lurking storm I can
hear rumbling closer and closer. A flash of lightning streaks across the dark
sky, making my hair stand on end. The storm outside should know it’s met its
match, because the force here on the inside is unbeatable, the current between
Laney and I one to be reckoned with.
    I knew it the moment I first saw her. Something
instinctual told me that together, we’d be magnificent. Until you’ve felt it,
it sounds cliché. All you can do is pity the skeptics who haven’t ever
experienced it—I should know, I was one until that night.
    God bless my brother for picking that school,
that dorm.
    “You’re a part of me now, Laney, there’s no going
back. No one and nothing exists before us, or after us,” my hand spreads wide
across her stomach, “all that remains is our forever.”
     “Forever,” she murmurs, earning an answering groan
from deep within me, my other hand now flicking open her bra and drawing it
down her arms, gripping a bare breast in my palm.
    I love her breasts, not too big, not too small,
high and tight with nipples that respond eagerly. She bows back, pushing
herself