Snow Flakes (Burnt Ashes #0.5) Read Online Free PDF

can’t hear anything over the rush of blood between my ears. Chace comes running out and leaps on my dad’s back, locking his arms around his head. My eyes go wide as I scamper out from underneath the two. I reach for Chace to loosen his grip, while my dad’s face is now turning shades of purple.
    “What the fuck is happening right now?” Chace shouts. He doesn’t relinquish his hold, so I run up and boot him in the shoulder, watching as he rolls off. In pain, my dad immediately turns to him, gasping for breath, his eyes red with fury. He reaches for his slugger, an old college baseball bat, and uses it to help him stand before he moves to raise it above his head. Chace’s eyes widen in shock and confusion.
    “Don’t, Dad! Please! He whips his head around to me, still breathing heavily, and takes a swing, smashing everything on the top two shelves, raining broken shards of glass on Chace, who starts to scoot backwards, kicking up the rubber mat placed behind the bar to prevent slipping. My dad moves to follow.
    “I’m gonna have to teach you two some respect!” he cries. Chace backs into the mini fridge with a thud, rattling the bottles inside. He’s trapped with nowhere to go, and my dad knows it.

What the hell was she thinking wearing an outfit like that? There I was, completely lost in the music, the sound blaring, warm air rushing over me, lights refracting off my fender when, all of sudden, she was there. A light among the darkness, a beacon for hope in a bleak world. Mackayla Smith. She was staring right at me, looking almost bashful, daring me to look at her. I could see she was attracting the attention from both the men and women that surrounded her. She didn’t move to the music. Instead, she remained stationary, like a pillar among the tide. Braden’s “steady” friend was dressed similarly, but she seemed to be having no effect on the guy. Braden has never announced the two were an item. However, he’s also never said they weren’t.
    It’s Christmas Eve. I have no family to speak of, and have been invited to Braden and Mac’s to have dinner. I don’t think you can get more suburban, but Mac insists on doing it, so I have to go. Maybe I should grab her a present? That’s normal, right? That’s what friends do, isn’t it? They buy each other gifts, as long as it isn’t edible underwear or something equally as scandalous. Then again, if I did, the look on Mac’s face would be priceless.
    A figure next to me begins to stir. All I can make out is her bare back and shoulders, silvery blonde hair strewn over the pillows shielding them, keeping them, and me, dormant. I can’t say I remember her name, nor can I say I remember her face. I carefully lift the sheet covering us. She fidgets and lets out a long and, if I do say so myself, satisfied groan, and slowly rolls over to appraise me. I offer her a friendly smile, while she registers my existence. Her eyes are green, heavy makeup is smeared all around her face, her lipstick is smudged, and one eyelash extension is falling off.
    “Hey,” she offers.
    “Good morning , chica ,” I purr.
    “I wasn’t expecting you to still be here,” she says, taking on a childish inflection that I find kind of endearing, but it also makes me question just who the hell I climbed into bed with.
    “Well, sweetheart, it was a pretty simple decision on my part. You see, I can’t seem to find my wallet, phone, pants, or socks. In fact, it seems that the only thing I now possess is what I am wearing!” I say, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She smiles and sends a little giggle into her pillow before guiltily raising her head, offering a coy sort of smile. The only thing I am now wearing is the same thin vest I had on last night. She sends one hand out slowly towards me, as she crawls across the bed.
    “You’re going to have to earn them,” she says, reaching out and taking my hand in hers. My cock, excited about being offered more playtime,