Page 79 of Beautiful Distraction

That’s probably the worst part.

Practically panted his name and begged him to take me…

In his brother’s fucking yard.

He likes to brag about his conquests, or why else wouldeveryone know about his damn business?

This episode is definitely a new low since meeting KellanBoyd.

Stripping off my clothes, I leave them in a puddle at myfeet and step into the shower, furiously washing away the memories of Kellan’smouth on me. I lather tons of shower gel into my skin and let the hot waterburn my body in the hope that Kellan’s image will disappear from my mind.

But he’s all I can think about.

My body’s aching for his touch. Even though I just had arelease, I want more of it.

I want all ofhim.

I switch off the water and step out of the shower. Wrappinga fluffy towel around me, I head back to my bedroom.

My mind is made up.

Even though I can’t leave until the car’s been repaired, Iwillstay away from him, even if thatinvolves living like a vampire, AKA sleeping through the day and only venturingout at night.

It shouldn’t be too hard a task.

The rap at the door jerks me out of my thoughts. My heartstops—hoping, praying, then hating the thought—that it’s Kellan.

It’s probably Mandy anyway. I can’t deal with her questionsright now, not in the least because it’s all her fault. She wanted me to go onthis trip.

If it weren’t for her and her stupid plan to see Mile High,I would never have Kellan seen again. I would never have been stuck here. Iwould never have been so embarrassed.

Another rap, this time a little louder.

Ignoring the urgency it seems to convey, I put on a T-shirtand pair of shorts, and slip beneath the covers, then turn off the lights.

He or she’ll get the message.

I’ll make sure of it.

But, damn, keeping my raging hormones in check has neverbeen so hard.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

It was all a mistake.It was all a mistake. It was all a mistake.

The way the same sentence keeps circling inside my brain, Icould swear it’s some sort of mantra. Or one of those songs that, once you hearit on the radio, you simply can’t get out of your head.

It was all a mistake.

It’s like invisible strings keep me tied to that one memory,forcing me to watch it on replay over and over again.

Needless to say, I’m up all night, my sleep evading me as mybrain keeps replaying the same events, like a broken record.

I’m up at dawn, staring out the window at the rising sun.Stripes of pink and purple streak the sky in the distance, the colors notmatching my mood. I’m tired and yet restless from all the frustration buildingup inside me.

It’s going to be a very sunny morning, yet I don’t know howto face the day.

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