Page 6 of Tattered Souls
I swallowed down my nervousness as best as I could. It was time.
I walked beside Granger as we headed up the walkway and to the steps.
Moments after he knocked, the door opened, and there stood Carter.
He welcomed us in, and before long, I was embraced in a hug by Harlee.
And that was when I saw him.
Him.
Holy sweet mother of Mary and Joseph.
I was average height for a girl at around five feet six inches, but this man would no doubt tower over me.
There was a built body, and then there was a built body.
You know the kind where the t-shirt sleeves were tight on their biceps.
Fucking hell.
And those arms of his, strong, corded, and tattooed.
That strong neck, that angular jaw, that ghosting of a five o’clock shadow, that trimmed goatee. That hair that was trimmed on the sides and longer on top... I wanted to run my fingers through it.
His lips... his slightly crooked nose that must have been broken at one time or another, and those eyes, freaking look like an ocean.
I wondered if his emotions swirled in his eyes like waves hitting the coast.
And when I heard someone call out, Garrick.
I watched the man respond.
So, this was Garrick.
Was it a thing for panties to melt on the spot?
Because mine definitely did.
Garrick
Holy. Fuck.
I’ve been on this earth for thirty-six years and never, fucking never, have I seen a more beautiful sight than the one standing next to Harlee.
She had long, silky, dark brown hair. So long that it skimmed the top of her jeans’ waistband.
And damn, did she look good in a pair of jeans. The denim hugged her ass and thighs perfectly before the length flared out,and I had to force down the chuckle that wanted to burst forth at the dark blue Converse she had on.
She had on a dark blue shirt that had short sleeves with flowers on them. Those little ruffled things were on the sleeves and in front of the shirt.
But what made her beautiful? Her fucking features.
She had kissable lips, a strong jaw that my hand wanted to caress. Milky white skin.
A cute as fuck little button nose, and the darkest eyes I’d ever seen.
Eyes so dark that it felt as though you could get lost in them.
