Floyd: A curvy girl romance (The Carter Family Book 2) by Sadie King

Author:Sadie King [King, Sadie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

5

Suzie

I shut the door and lean against it, breathing heavily. My head swims and I hold it in my hands, remembering another motorbike, another man: my brother Hayden.

I stagger to the living room and grab his picture from the mantelpiece. Tears are running down my cheeks as I collapse on the couch with the picture.

Hayden smiles out of the photo, his dark eyes twinkling with laughter. I remember taking that photo outside our parents’ place. I didn’t know it then, but it was the last time we would all be together.

He was killed three days later in a motorbike accident. A car pulled out and hit him; the driver didn’t even see him.

I was only seventeen at the time, and I looked up to Hayden. He was my hero. His death sent me into a spin that led to me dropping out of school and going traveling.

It’s only in the last few months that I’ve been able to come back to Swallow Falls without falling to pieces.

When I met Floyd today, I thought I’d found a reason to stick around for good. I’ve never felt a connection like that with anyone before. I’ve never slept with anyone after only meeting them a few hours before.

But I swore I’d never date anyone who rode a motorbike. I lost someone I loved once; I won’t let that happen again.

“I miss you,” I whisper to the man in the photo.

I wonder what Hayden would look like now, where he’d be working, if he’d be married, if he’d have kids. Like I have so many times before, I wonder what his life would be like if he hadn’t gone out that day.

I used to think it was so cool that he rode a bike. I begged him to take me on the back of it. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, and the road speeding past, everything a blur.

But it only took one driver not paying attention. They say my brother was speeding, but that car didn’t even see him.

I dry my eyes and put the photo back in its place next to the flowers that I buy fresh every week. My shrine to my brother.

I go upstairs and run the shower. It was the perfect day with Floyd, and I thought it was the start of something special. But I won’t risk losing someone I love again. My heart jolts at the realization. Floyd is someone I could have loved.

I look at myself in the mirror. My makeup runs in dark lines down my cheeks, streaked from my tears.

“You gotta put him behind you, girl.”

I harden my expression in the mirror. It was a perfect day and perfect sex. Let’s leave it at that: a good memory. No point in dwelling on what might have been.

I step into the shower and try to wash away all remains of Floyd. But no matter how hard I scrub, my skin still tingles with the memory of him.

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