Page 17 of Unspoken Hearts
Before I can move, Cole gets up and looks back at Macie. “Come on, Macie Moo.”
She chuckles easily, glancing my way for a brief moment before sliding out, leaving me with Holden, who picks at the potato wedges.
I look over my shoulder to see them dancing together. Macie twirls under Cole’s arm, laughing, and I hate the flicker of jealousy flaming the life inside of me, but it’s unstoppable.
If Macie is going to smile at anyone like that, it should be me. Not Cole. Not Grayson.Me.
I know I sound overbearing and possessive, but when you have liked someone for so long, and know that you can’t have them, it slowly eats away at you.
I want Macie to be mine. I just have to get Grayson’s blessing first. It’s probably easier to dig to China with a teaspoon, but for her, I’d do anything.
Chapter five
Macie
Ipromisedmyselftoneverdrink to forget, to never rely on alcohol because of the past, but it sounds too tempting tonight.
I swallow the bitter shot as the image of Axel driving down the street swirls in my mind. At least this time I had the chance to say goodbye…
As we dance in the middle of the echoing room, Cole swings me backwards over his arm, and the dizziness starts to mess with me. My brain is a little groggy as I come back up, slightly dazed, and my heart feels like it’s rattling my bones.
“I think I need a breather,” I murmur to him, before making my way back over to the booth where Holden and Reid are talking.
My skin is sweaty and my throat is parched as I slide in beside Reid, drinking up his fresh, manly scent that I love. Staring up at him, I begin to understand what the termlightweightmeans as things sound distant and my hands are fuzzy.
Maybe it’s from Reid next to me? Or was it that shot I took?
The realisation that once I’m home I’ll be all alone presses down on my shoulders. That I’m all that’s left in that house, and it’s a little unnerving.
Reid’s sky blue irises settle on mine, encircled with long, dark lashes that I’m a little envious of. Inky strands of hair frame his golden skin. I want to run my fingers through it, to feel how buttery soft it is. The small dimple in his left cheek make my own flush.
My blood tingles all over as I fight the urge to touch him.
He has a way of making my body heat with little effort, and butterflies swam my insides, tickling my chest. He’s all thick dark brows, broad shoulders and round muscles. Handsome, rugged, kind and quiet.
Okay, I need to stop staring now…
“You need some water,” Reid says in his low, honeyed tone.
I stare at him, unblinking.
He pushes a glass of water between us. I take it and sip, the cold liquid quenching my thirst and starting to sober me up.
“Thanks,” I whisper, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You should have danced with us.” I playfully hit his defined arm. The connection makes my heart soar, but I try drowning the sensation.
He’s my best friend’s brother.
I’m not meant to feel anything for him.
Reid looks at me, his expression deepening a fraction before mumbling, “I don’t dance.”
“He’s boring,” Holden adds, mouth twitching. I blink at him, because truthfully, I forgot that he was sitting with us.
My frown deepens as thoughts of Reid horse riding, plowing the field and trying to learn to skateboard with Axel, where he fell on his rear and laughed in the middle of the street, flood my mind.
An uncontrollable laugh explodes from my lips, and the words spill from my lips like syrup, “Reid is definitely not boring.”
They both look at me. Holden’s eyes flutter, and Reid’s jaw twitches with a smirk.
