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PROLOGUE
You kno so is about to happen, even though there are no physical signs? Like when the hair on the back of your neck stands up, or your palin to sweat, or butterflies for of your heart thu down at the floors of the fah school—you know that when you lift your gaze, soe? And then you look up—and the beating of your heart stops for a split second The boy with theyou—a hint of a sh to kick your heart back into gear But then he turns around and walks away—not for him—but for you Because he knows that is what you want, and you know that he only wants you to be happy
Blake Hunter—he was e
CHAPTER ONE
There was that familiar ache that I loved so much—a burn in my chest that spread to the rest ofI loved h of sex
Numbness
A constant state of numbness was my euphoria
You couldn’t tell No one could
My feet thudded against the pavement Sweat dripped from my hairline, downthe numbness to kick in I wanted to feel it everywhere Not just in my body but everywhere Maybe I should quit basketball and take up shed to myself—Dad would love that Another reason to kick my ass
I rounded the corner with my eyes still shut I knew that path in the park better than I knewon a Saturday night Sunday ? Whatever
I was five steps past the corner—the numbness had just started to seep in—when I bu open, and I found round
“Fuck, I’ I restedinand my muscles throbbed from the impact of our bodies I was six foot three, and orous workouts it endured Her—I couldn’t tell what she looked like—but I knew this much: if the collision had hurt me, it must’ve almost killed her
She slowly ca her ass on her heels Her head was bent, and her loose blonde hair formed a curtain around her face She lifted her hands, palms up, and examined them Blood
“Shit! I’ in front of her, I took her hands to study the das out in front of her Her short-ass skirt left nothing to the iination
“Dammit,” she whispered, her head still down
My gaze moved from the hem of her skirt to her knees Blood
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said for the third time
It was dark, the only light co from the moon and a lamppost fifteen yards away I wanted to see her face, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask her to look at me “Are you okay?”