Free Taurus: Book 3 in a Young Adult Paranormal Romance Series (The Zodiac Twin Flame Series) by Rachel Medhurst Page A

men would have given up, but they were persistent buggers. We had been in the flat for seven hours. Luckily there were tins of soup, so I wasn’t hungry for food. The hunger for a beer on the other hand was stronger than it had ever been in my life.
    ‘I think we may have to stay here all night,’ I replied, reaching out to stop her from moving past me again.
    Her nervousness got on my nerves. She sighed and glanced towards the bedroom door. ‘Fine, if we’re staying here, I’m—’
    She stopped talking when I vaulted from the sofa and made a run towards the room she was eyeing up. She caught on and chased me, pulling on my shirt. I was too quick for her as I yanked open the door and threw myself on the bed. It was pushed against a wall. I had to stop myself from colliding with the brick. Kerry stumbled behind me, falling onto my back.
    ‘No! You got me into this mess, the least you can do is let me have the bed!’
    I grunted into the pillow. There was no way I was going to move. The soft duvet cuddled me. I wasn’t giving it up for anyone.
    She wiggled as she slid off me and onto the bed, leaning against the wall. She braced her hands against my side. I frowned, wondering what she was doing. Thrusting as hard as she could, she yelped when I didn’t budge. Her head hit against the wall when the force of her push made her spring back.
    ‘Ha! You’ll never budge me.’ I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
    She rubbed the back of her head as I snuggled further into the pillow, tucking my arm under it.
    ‘You need to get off,’ she moaned.
    ‘Stop whinging, there’s plenty of room for both of us.’
    She had brought her feet up and tried to kick me off. The room was tiny. There wasn’t even enough room on the floor for me to lie on. I wasn’t going to get scrunched up on the small sofa either.
    ‘Sophie wouldn’t like that,’ Kerry said, groaning as she had to admit defeat.
    I hadn’t arranged to see Sophie, so I got away with the usual texts we shared at night. She had signed off an hour ago, happy and completely unaware that I was stuck in a flat with another woman.
    ‘Why not? Are you going to jump on me when I’m asleep and defenceless?’
    Her clenched fists thumped against the bed. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me. My leg started to twitch. The longer I stayed still, the harder it was to relax. I hadn’t smoked enough to calm my brain.
    ‘Do you really think you’re that irresistible?’
    I unburied my head to look at her. Moving onto my side, I propped myself up on my elbow. Her back was against the wall. She had her knees pulled up and her feet rested on the bed right next to me. Her hair was messed up from her efforts of trying to budge me. She was older. Her eyes were not quite as bright as Sophie’s.
    ‘How old are you?’ I asked.
    Her head fell back against the wall. ‘Twenty eight, why?’
    ‘I remember you playing with Cancer when we were younger, but I didn’t realise you were so old.’
    She punched my hip. The force of it rocked me back slightly.
    ‘I didn’t realise you were so horrible.’
    Her plump lips puckered in distaste. They would look good with red lipstick on. I shook my head to clear the thought. Kerry was annoying and uptight. She was nothing like Sophie, who was fun and playful.
    ‘Why do you do so many drugs?’
    She glanced at my leg as it bounced up and down. I couldn’t stop it moving, even when I tried.
    ‘I think a lot.’
    I was about to bury my head again, to avoid further questioning, when she laughed.
    ‘What’s funny about that?’ I asked.
    She shook her head. ‘I’m sorry. I just didn’t imagine you to be the thinking type.’
    What did she mean? Did she assume I wasn’t intelligent because I smoked weed? Her assumption made me sit up.
    ‘Why not?’
    She tried to stretch her legs out but mine were in the way. I debated whether to let her put her legs over mine. The thought quickly left when she answered my question.
    ‘Because you