Misguided Truths: Part One Read Online Free PDF Page A

Bringing my hands up, I place one on either side of his face and lightly stroke his cheeks with my fingers. I stand on my tiptoes and feel as the kiss begins to deepen.
    I’m kissing Brandon. Brandon Taylor. The man-hoe of Olympia.
    He wraps his arms tightly around my waist before pulling me firmly up against him. His lips are warm and soft as he slides his tongue into my mouth. Stroking his fingers through my hair as we continue to kiss for a few moments longer, I feel him pulling away a fraction. He’s smiling at me, with his beautiful blue eyes boring into mine.
    My mind begins to go into overdrive as images of what I saw at the party last night filter inside.
    Him and Heather in the bathroom …
    I back away some more and notice that his eyes are widening, his mouth is twisting downward, and his eyebrows are furrowing. I feel my cheeks heating and my heart hammering even harder in my chest as I continue to step away from him.
    “I’m sorry, I thought that …” his voice trails and he looks confused. His entire expression becomes guarded, and I turn quickly on my heel and head down through the gate, walking briskly so that I can get inside. “Is that it?” I pause on the porch steps when I hear him call after me. Turning around slowly, I see him walking casually towards me.
    “What were you expecting?” As he draws closer, the light reflecting from the streetlamp reveals his newfound smile. “Oh … right.” Of course. A kiss isn’t enough for him. He expected me to be like all the other girls. Swooning and pining and begging for more.
    He eyes me with caution. “No. No, that’s not what I meant,” he takes a step closer. “I’d like to take you out again, Holly.”
    The door opening up from behind me interrupts my line of thoughts , and when I turn around, I see Rachael standing in the doorway. She glances between the two of us. “Holly, is everything okay?”
    “Y-y-yeah. Yes. Everything’s fine.” I glance back to Brandon and realize that he’s still waiting for me to answer him.
    “So, what do you say?” The uncertainty in his eyes and the anxiousness within his voice are definitely not something I was expecting to hear or see, especially from him.
    “Um … sorry.” I answer and watch as a frown forms over his lips. “I don’t think so, Brandon.” He rakes a hand through his hair again , and the brightness that was showing in his eyes just a few seconds ago has completely vanished. He nods at the two of us, then turns around and begins to slowly walk away, with his shoulders now slouching down in defeat.
    I walk past Rachael and head straight up to the first floor without saying another word. I know that I’ve made the right decision. I don’t fool around. He does. It wouldn’t work. We wouldn’t work.
    He looked upset, though it could just be because his ego is feeling slightly deflated. Convincing myself of this, I decide to banish all thoughts of this evening from my mind and try and get some sleep.

Sweet Kiss
     

Holly
     
    “I’ll just have a latte, please,” I smile at the waitress and place the menu back down on the counter.
    Naomi insisted that we meet up for breakfast, though I’ve never really had an overly large appetite first thing in the morning. We don’t usually meet so early on a Sunday, but I think the reason she messaged me so late last night about spending the morning together was because she’s dying to know how ‘the date,’ as she so puts it, went with Brandon last night.
    After I’d walked away from him at the party on Friday, I filled her in on why I wanted to head home earlier than we’d planned , and what I’d seen in the bathroom. Once I’d told her about Brandon and Heather, she understood why I wasn’t so keen to stay. We’re best friends and tell each other everything.
    “Let’s grab a table,” she says, pointing over to one of the booths by the window. I place my purse on the seat beside me and rest my elbows on the table, noticing the