Three Hearts One Soul (The Soul Series #1) Read Online Free PDF

fight this forever.”
    “Jarrod…”
    His lips curl and he leans closer. “You know I love it when you say my name.”
    He reaches across and takes my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips. He gently kisses each one, then he lowers my hands and reaches forward, cupping my cheek in his hand and bringing my face closer to his. I want to pull away, because I know if I feel those lips against mine I’ll never be able to turn back but I can’t…I can’t make myself pull back. When his lips close over mine, every bit of restraint I have, melts away.
    Kissing Whiskey is like Christmas. His lips are so soft, so alluring, so dammed perfect. The way his mouth moves over mine, the way his tongue strokes and probes has me clenching in ways I have never clenched before. I can’t help my hand when it slides up to tangle in his hair so I can deepen the kiss. He tastes like beer and something else, something all of his own. Our kiss deepens until we’re tangled in each other, pressing against one another and groaning with each heated flick of our tongues.
    Finally gathering my strength, I pull back panting. “Whiskey…”
    He stands, his chest rising and falling deeply. “Don’t you pretend that didn’t feel so fucking amazing. Think about what you could be giving up Heaven, you can have this, if you really want it.”
    Then he walks off into the darkness leaving me more confused than ever.
    I feel the warm tears leak down my cheeks as I remember that first kiss between Whiskey and me. Of course, Jase knew about it and decided to try his own first kiss on me a few days later. All that did was confuse me even more because it was equally as amazing. The boys were ok to share me between themselves, but they weren’t ok sharing me with anyone else. They also both knew I would never be in a ménage relationship, which meant eventually, I would either have to choose between them or let them both go. They ended up making that choice for me.
    I pull out my laptop and throw a container of spaghetti into the microwave. I don’t even know where to start looking for Whiskey. Where do you find someone that doesn’t want to be found? When my dinner is ready, I sit down at the kitchen table and fire up the laptop as I scoop pasta up on my fork and pop it into my mouth. Yum. I connect to the internet and decide the first place I would search for someone, would be social media. Facebook, Twitter, things like that. Maybe someone knew where he was, an old friend from school or an old flame. He had enough of those to last him a life time. Surely one of them has seen him around.
    I sign into my Facebook account and first search his name, when that comes up empty, I decide to start searching the names of all the people we went to school with. I begin adding them as friends, hoping that maybe one of them knows where he is. Once I’ve done that, I do a Google search. That turns up nothing too and just as I’m about to give up, a few friend requests are accepted. I quickly send them all a similar message, hoping I don’t sound too desperate. I don’t want to freak them out, but I need to know if Whiskey is ok, or even if they’ve seen him at all in the last five years.
    Hi guys,
    Wow, I can’t believe you’re all on here. How have you been? Where do you work now? I am actually looking for someone we went to school with. Jarrod Levanox? Do you remember him? He went by Whiskey? I haven’t spoken to him for a while, I was hoping to catch up with him and his brother Jase. We were all such good friends and I lost contact.
    If you know anything, do let me know.
    Nevaeh.
    Four replies come back instantly, all saying they haven’t seen Whiskey for years and then proceeding to tell me what they’ve been up to. I respond to them all with well wishes and congratulations on their new jobs and families. It’s the fifth reply that opens a door for me. It’s from a girl named Sarah, who had more than one fling with Whiskey. I remember because deep down