Free Learning to Heal by R.D. Cole

girl—the girl who hooked me from just a photograph.
    I watch her pupils dilate as her breasts brush against my stomach and her breath hitches. Having her react to my touch like that gives me the extra push I need to start bringing my face toward her soft features. When I’m about an inch away and I can taste her sweet breath against my tongue, there is a fucking banging at the door ruining the moment.
    Her eyes go wide and she backs up. “I—I’m going to see who’s here.” She smiles awkwardly and runs toward the front door.
    Fuck! I’m going to kill whoever that is.
    Well I’m not in jail for murder. I figure I can’t kill Tru because Jax will kill me and Jazz will be upset. Plus, I’ve heard about what she did to one of my frat brothers, so after she showed up I left with Grace and went home while they unpacked and did whatever girls do.
     
    It’s been a few days and I haven’t heard from Jazz. I’ve been giving her time because she looked freaked out after the almost-kiss. I don’t want to ruin it so I’ll call tomorrow. Besides, I’m pretty busy with Grace and doing some software repairs for some of the professors to earn Christmas money. I have a great idea for Jazz’s gift and hope it’s not too much, too soon.
    As I’m taking a break and making a sandwich, I hear a knock on the front door. I find myself hoping it’s Jazz, but I know it’s just wishful thinking. Chanda stands there all dressed up like she’s going out, smiling showing all her teeth.
    “Hey. You need something?” I ask.
    “What? Now that you have a girlfriend I can’t come over unless I need something? Oh I’m sorry. She’s just your baby momma.”
    Even though we aren’t as close as we used to be, we’re still friends and she helps out with Grace. “Sorry. Come on in.” I move to the side to let her by and feel her brush past me. After closing the door, I walk back to the kitchen and finish my sandwich at the table. “You want anything? I can make you a glass of tea or a sandwich.” I hold mine up.
    She moves and sits in the seat across from me. I notice her skirt rise as she crosses her pale, slender legs. I scoot my chair back to put some space between us. “Nope!” She pops the P and leans her elbow on the table “So where’s Grace?”
    “She’s in her room. Jazz bought her a new keyboard and she hasn’t stopped playing it.” I can’t help but smile when I think of how good Jazz is with Grace and the thoughtfulness of her gift.
    “Well, with her money I’m sure she can buy whatever she wants. Where is Miss Royalty anyway?” She arches a brow and leans in closer, displaying her small cleavage.
    These little mannerisms used to get me so hard we’d end up screwing anywhere and everywhere. Now it has no affect on me. Instead of wanting to see golden eyes lost in ecstasy, I want to see sky blue ones.
    I lose my appetite and quickly stand to throw away my trash and to get away from Chanda. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’m not interested. I like Jazz. So please just back off.”
    She stands and walks to position herself in front of me while I lean on the kitchen counter. “So how come I’ve never heard about her before now? Neither has Brenda. Your own mother who knows everything about you.” She taps her finger on her cheek while puckering her lips and thinking. “Something’s going on and I intend to find out, Mason.” She winks at me before she saunters away. She stops by the front door and holds the handle. “You know, we used to be best friends and would do everything together. I wouldn’t mind that again.”
    She walks out and I exhale, rubbing my hands over my face. The girl from my past that I used to love just offered what I’ve always wanted … that is until a few months ago. I’m pining over someone who I’m not sure wants me at all. Shit. If I thought things were complicated with just the lie, now things are really fucked up.

 
     
     
     
     
     
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