Free Blind Love (Sulfur Heights Series) by M.S. Brannon

at me. Half of Jake’s shirt was off, pants partially undone, and one sock was missing from his foot. It looked like he was trying to undress and got tired in the process. He was flopped lying on his back with his arms slung over his face.
    I was more than uncomfortable. I’d never lain in a bed with a guy, not even Emerson, and God knows I’d never done more than kiss a guy. It did give me a chance to study what he looked like under his tough, bad boy exterior, though.
    Although he’s nearly impossible to deal with, I can’t get him out of my head. He isn’t afraid to push my boundaries and is the only one who can understand the thoughts in my head.
    Looking down at his chest, it matched his arms painted in tattoos. Jake’s chest is broad, hard… flawless actually. Emerson is very lean and has muscle, but there is not definition ; well, not like Jake’s anyway. His lips were full and looked inviting. I needed to get him out of there.
    I tried to wake him by poking him in the chest then tapping his face, but he just mumbled unrecognizable words. Then he did something so unexpected; he rolled over to his side, grabbing me in the process. I was wrapped up in his arms, my chest against his. I was alarmed and calm all at the same time. It was unnerving.
    After I arrive at the house, I shake my head of thoughts of last night and run into Presley. She looks nice and is wearing makeup, something she hasn’t done since finding out she’s pregnant. I stop in my tracks once I look into her eyes. I know where she is going.
    She hasn’t really talked to me since she found out she’s pregnant, therefore she hasn’t told me what she is going to do. I still don’t think she’s said anything to Drake, which is wrong. I practically beg her to not to go to the clinic. She is losing so much and doesn’t even realize how horrific her decision will be.
    T hen she throws the you’re the only person I can count on card in my face and my hands are tied. I won’t betray her. I can’t because I am the only person she has now. If this is her choice, I have to respect it. I don’t have to agree with it, but I do have to respect it. That’s what best friends do, however I can’t shake the idea that she is making a terrible decision.
    My head is flooded with doubts and fears , coupled with the confusing night I spent wrapped in Jake’s drunken arms. Everything my mother has warned me about is flooding my rational thoughts and I’m feeling a little out of my element. I need to escape and take advantage of the hot summer sun.
    I walk back to my room and change into my white bikini, grab a towel, tanning oil and my iPod, then head toward the backyard.
     
    Jake
    When I wake up in the morning, I feel at peace for once in my miserable life. It’s short lived because I soon realize I’m tangled up with someone else. I crack open my eye, instantly regretting it when the sun slices up my retinas. Then I raise my head that is covered in long blonde hair. I don’t remember how the hell I got from the redhead’s house and I sure as hell don’t know where I’m at now.
    Lying my head back down on the pillow, I try to think and don’t recall ever picking up a blonde. This will be the first time I’ve slept in bed with another girl. This is not my style; I never bag them in a bed. It’s too intimate and romantic. I’d prefer to press them up against a wall or bend them over the arm of the couch. I must have been out of my mind wasted. How the hell am I going to get out of this one?
    I lift my head again and a slight moan comes from the girl sleeping next to me. Our arms and legs are tangled like pretzels. When I open both my eyes, I get a good look as to where I’m at and know immediately it’s Delilah attached to me. What the hell did I do last night?
    I look down at myself, half-dressed with only my jeans, one sock and my arm half way out of my shirt. I look over at Delilah and she’s dressed, as well, in pajama shorts and a tank