Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

more than a friend.
    “ I was so excited when I was done with the exam, you know? I knew I’d passed it and it was all because of you. I couldn’t wait to tell you.” Brent’s voice was deep and warm. Aimee relaxed a fraction. He didn’t sound angry with her.
    “ I’m so glad you felt good about it. But it’s not me. It’s you, really. You’re incredibly smart.” She didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t succeed in the class without her because she knew he was plenty smart enough on his own. She loved studying with him but knew he’d be okay if she couldn’t. From things he’d told her, he felt like his ability to pass the class rested on her shoulders and she knew he hated depending on her for that.
    “ I’ve never cared much one way or the other what girls think about me. They’ve always been easy enough to get and uninteresting enough to let go.” Brent sounded thoughtful, like he was doing some serious introspection. Aimee hated the thought of him with other girls and had been more than a little surprised when he confessed he hadn’t had sex in months. She had assumed from the start that he went out nearly every weekend because he seemed like the kind of guy who did.
    “ What’s your point here, Brent?” Aimee asked, striving for calm. She was afraid of revealing too much to him if they continued on with this conversation. He came around the bar toward her, and she swiveled her stool to face him. His eyes searched her face and she was afraid at what he might find there. She wasn’t very good at hiding her feelings in general and found it even harder to hide from Brent how much she cared about him. She dropped her eyes and watched her feet dangle from the stool.
    “ My point is I’ve never had a female friend before. You’re a first for me.” Aimee’s heart squeezed painfully in her chest and she was fiercely glad she wasn’t looking at him. She would hate for him to know how much his words pained her. She nodded, still looking down, and struggled not to cry. “I find myself worried I’ll do something wrong that will end our friendship,” he confessed gruffly.
    Aimee wanted to tell him there was a big fat chance that would never happen. “What…what could you possibly ever do to end our friendship?” She stumbled over the words. “We’re solid. You know that,” she said in a rush. She knew she needed to leave his apartment quickly. It was taking every ounce of her control to sit here with him and not cry.
    When she felt Brent step into the space between her legs, her eyes flew up to his. Her heart pounded as Brent’s large hands came up to cradle her face. His thumbs wiped along the bottom of her eyes where tears were hovering. “Something stupid.” His voice was impossibly low and tender. “Something like this.”
    Brent bent and pressed his lips to hers, their warm weight shockingly arousing. Aimee gasped against and Brent took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, gently tangling it with hers. Aimee pressed closer to him as she responded by tentatively stroking his tongue back. Her hands landed on his hip bones and she tugged him even closer as they continued to kiss, their tongues dancing.
    Aimee felt like she couldn’t breathe. Kissing Brent was everything she hoped it would be and more. She could kiss Brent forever, but Aimee needed to reassure him this wasn’t a mistake. That they weren’t a mistake. She groaned and pulled back. Wariness flared in Brent’s eyes as he looked at her silently, waiting for her reaction. His lips swollen and wet from their kisses and his eyes glowed brightly. He had never looked more beautiful.
    “ This is the last thing from stupid,” she told him breathlessly and watched his eyes darken before she pressed her mouth up against his again. She was afraid Brent would come to his senses and end this before it ever really got started. Aimee was determined to push him as far as she could. His arm came around her waist and he