Free Cursed Love: Cursed Love (Cursed, #1) by t. h. snyder Page A

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    There’s a small porch linking the two houses together and a decent sized yard on either side. The exterior has tan siding with a huge window in the front and two smaller windows on the second floor.
    I get out of my car and walk up onto the sidewalk. There are a few steps leading to the porch and two rocking chairs on either side. I step toward the door to the left and reach my hand out to knock. The door flies open, causing me to stumble into a hard surface.
    Blinking my eyes to refocus from my awkwardness, I feel along his chest before I can register what I’m doing. I step away, completely embarrassed.
    “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I was just about to knock on the door when it went flying open.”
    I look up into his dark brown eyes and he’s scrunching his brows in confusion.
    My eyes begin to scan him. His dark brown hair is covered with a baseball hat and his dark eyes hold a secret mystery behind them.
    From his head to his toes, he’s wearing a blue t-shirt with Ominous written across the chest and faded jeans. His arms are covered in black designs filled in with colors of incredible ink. A chain hangs from his belt linking to his back pocket and he’s wearing a black pair of Chucks. I bring my eyes back to his to see that he’s studying me with the same intent look.
    Extending my hand in front of me, I watch as he looks down at my arm.
    He’s covered in tattoos so I know he’s not judging me on my appearance. I mean, come on, I might have my own sleeves of ink and blue hair, but there’s no need to stare.
    He clears his throat and looks at me and then back down to my hand.
    What the hell? I’m just trying to be polite. What’s a girl got to do to get a handshake and a hello?
    Whatever. I might as well initiate our introductions.
    “Hi, I’m Gretchen, but just call me Etty.”
    His eyes glance from my hand to my eyes. I feel like he’s sucking me in with his soul. Those eyes are so dark, his demeanor so closed off…who the hell is this guy?
    He reaches his arm from beside his leg to touch mine.
    With a firm shake of his warm hand he finally speaks, “I’m Linc, I own this place.”
    Ahh, there we go, he has a voice.
    “Oh, I see. I was supposed to meet Daulton here at noon. Does he live here, too?”
    “Yeah, he’s my roommate. He mentioned that you’d be coming to check out the place. Give me a second; I was just about to run out to my car to get the spare keys.”
    I nod my head and give him a questionable smirk.
    “Where’s Daulton? He said I’d be meeting with him.”
    “Don’t mind Dault—he’ll tell ya one thing and then do the opposite. He already had plans for today, so instead you get me for the guided tour.”
    “Umm, okay.”
    He brushes his body against my side as he walks past me to the curb. I stand in awe, wondering all too much about this Linc guy.
    I’ve only just met him, but my mind is running a million miles a minute to figure out what it is that he’s hiding behind those eyes. I know that we all have a few skeletons hiding in our closet. Shit, I have about a hundred. There’s something about him that’s nagging at me and I suddenly want to get to know him better.
    I watch as he slides into his car. It’s an older car that he either bought or restored to mint condition. Not knowing my ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to cars, I haven’t a clue what kind it is, but it looks sick as hell.
    He gets out and shuts the door behind him. Tossing a set of keys into the air, he snatches them up without even looking. His eyes are glued to mine.
    Walking up alongside of me, he gestures for me to walk to the other side of the porch. I follow his lead to the door. He enters the key into the lock and opens the door. I walk into the house before him and stand, waiting for him to show me around.
    We both stand in silence for a few seconds until I feel the need to speak up.
    “Well, since this is your place, will you show me around or do you expect me to give