Free Impossibly Forever: Two Books in One (Impossibly Duology) by Shane Morgan

wanted to leave right away. 
      
His mother touched his arm lightly. “Branden, it’s getting late and your father
has to drive back in the morning.”
      
Branden glanced at them, and then looked at me with a frustrated look on his
face. He didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want him to leave. Not yet.
      
“I’ll take a taxi back to the Inn. You guys go on without me.” Yes. That was
music to my ears.
      
His parents exchanged worried stares between each other. Ashton was grinning
broadly.
      
Then Mr. McCarthy took his keys out of his pockets and nudged Mrs. McCarthy
along, “Well, I guess it’s okay. We’ll see you back there then.” He nodded in
my direction. “It was nice meeting you, Moya.”
      
Mrs. McCarthy gave me a glance over with suspicion in her pale blue eyes. She
said nothing, turning to stroll off behind her husband.
      
“You kids have fun,” Ashton smiled cunningly. He whispered something to Branden
and squeezed his shoulder before hurrying off to the car.
      
Branden and I stood quietly as his family drove off. Now that I was categorized
as a friend, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say to him. Though, I partially
caused that on myself for pushing him away so much.
      
“So, this is your turf, where do you wanna go?” he finally broke the silence.
      
I shrugged, peering around us. “Um, there’s a little park over there. Maybe we
could sit for a while?”
      
He allowed me to lead the way, falling in step beside me.
      
When we got to the park and sat on one of the benches, I resisted the
stimulating effect of Branden’s spicy and masculine scent, not letting the
intensity of the lavender and musk get the best of me. “So,” I searched my head
for something to say, playing with my hands and keeping my eyes away from his.
      
“So,” Branden repeated, “you seemed a bit out of breath before, were you
running to catch up with me?” he teased. Damn him for noticing.
      
I shook my head. “No, um, actually I run on weekends, during the…evenings…as in
for exercise.”
      
Branden smirked, picking up on my obvious lie. “Oh really?” he said. “That’s
interesting, because I’ve never seen someone run in such stylish attire.”
      
I stayed mum.
      
He hung over and cracked his knuckles while gazing at me. “I’m glad I’m here
with you tonight, Moya. I really wanted to see you.”
      
I gulped. Forget not wanting to let myself go. It had to be now. I had to tell
him how he was making me feel. “Branden, I…” I couldn’t find the courage to say
it.
      
He sat up and waited patiently. When I wouldn’t continue, Branden shifted
closer to me and cupped my hands into his. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m
all right sitting next to you like this. It’s comforting.”
      
I didn’t pull away. No matter how his touch bubbled my heart.
        
Branden really was going to sit in silence with me, though, possibly afraid he
might say something to send me running. I wanted to change that. “Tell me
something…” I muttered, incapable of removing the sudden shyness in my voice,
“Anything…about yourself .”
        
Still holding my hand, the corner of his mouth slightly curled into a half
smile as he sat up straight and took a breath, staring at me intensely as he
began, “Okay, let’s see. I like jazz and blues. My favorite color is green, and
fall is my favorite season.”
        
Playing with my fingers, he continued in a more seductive tone, “Aside from
those little things, Moya, more importantly, I love your curly hair, your big,
beautiful brown eyes. That flare of yours, the way you smile for me even when
you’re fighting hard not to, and how protective you are of your heart. It’s
understandable.”
        
I couldn’t help release a titter. “You’re so…honest. You have no fear, saying
how you feel.”
        
“Well, I might be straightforward at times but I am a nice guy.” Branden laughed
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