Finally Falling: Rose Falls Book 1 by Raleigh Ruebins

Author:Raleigh Ruebins [Ruebins, Raleigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

9

Devin

At some point in adulthood, I had reached a point where most days started to blend together. Things mostly went the same—on a work day, I did the “work day” routine if it was a weekend, I chose from one of maybe four different ones. Maybe I would be going to the farmers market that day, maybe I’d be going for a run, or maybe I would choose to have an epic lazy day at home.

But for the most part, things didn’t change all that much. Small things could be exciting—and I loved the small things—but things didn’t ever really rock the boat.

When I woke up that morning, though, I knew something monumental had shifted. Before I even started to remember the previous night, before the pieces started falling back into place, I woke up knowing that something was different.

As soon as reality hit me again, my eyes shot open. Sun was streaming in the window, and I turned to my side.

The other half of the bed was empty.

Oh, God, what had I done?

It… couldn’t have been a dream, right? Instinctively, my hand shot up to my lips, gently touching them as if I could somehow feel the difference. Lips that hadn’t kissed my childhood best friend, versus lips that had.

The house was silent, and my head was pounding, a hangover like I hadn’t felt in months. I got up and paced around, feeling the soreness in my legs from the dancing the night before.

Russ was nowhere to be found. I peeked into the guest room, and not only was the bed empty, but all of his stuff was gone.

Shit. Fuck.

Either I had imagined everything that had happened last night, or… worse, I had driven him away. It made sense that he would freak out—hazy patches of memory floated back to me now, and I distinctly remembered begging him to come to bed with me. I’d told him I “wanted him there.”

It was a stupid, gut reaction, but immediately I went to the front window of the house, checking to see if his truck was even still parked outside on our street. It was, of course—it was stupid to think he would move out of Rose Falls just because I’d made a complete fool of myself the night before.

But it was what my instincts told me. An alarm bell, or muscle memory, telling me that Russ was going to leave. That I wasn’t enough to make him stay.

I hadn’t been enough eight years ago, at least.

A tightness gripped my chest, and I crossed back into the bedroom, picking up my phone. There were two text messages. One from Russ, that made my heart rate pick up:

>>RUSS: They delivered my bed. I’m heading back home. Thank you for letting me stay with you, Dev.

And then a second text, from Angelo:

>>ANGELO: Hello, Devin. Would today be good for you to go over the copper etching down at the studio? I’d love to see you.

I was slightly annoyed with Angelo’s text—I knew it

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