Let Me Love You: Beautifully Broken Book 1 by Samantha Wolfe

Author:Samantha Wolfe [Wolfe, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

After I had put the frozen pizza in the oven to bake, I hurried back upstairs to get a better look at Jensen's guitars. I paused in the hallway next to Jensen's room, and I could hear the shower running. An almost overwhelming desire to take my clothes off and join him nearly made me head toward Jensen's bathroom. No doubt I could convince him to let me in, but his suggestion that he had other plans for me were intriguing to say the least. Plus, he still had the sash to my robe, and I had no idea what he planned to do with it. I was very curious to find out, so I turned left and entered the second bedroom instead.

I walked straight over to the guitar stands for a closer look. The first one was a white Fender Stratocaster with a black neck. The pick guard was a gorgeous pearl white. It had a simple elegance that I liked. The next one was a brilliant green with a pattern that made it look like green fire, it said Gibson across its head. There were beautiful mother-of-pearl rectangles down the neck. I smiled to myself as I realized it was green just like the Camaro. Finally, the last guitar was an old beat up looking acoustic that had seen better days but had obviously been well loved since it was displayed with the others.

They all had one thing in common. There was a layer of dust accumulated on all three of them. Obviously, they hadn't been used in a while. I pursed my lips and looked in the direction of Jensen's room. I wondered if he had stopped playing them about two months ago. Grief could have that effect on people, make them lose interest in the things they used to love. No wonder he was uncomfortable when I had asked him to play for me. From what I knew about him, he probably felt too guilty to enjoy playing any music. I knew he blamed himself for the crash; I heard him say as much during his nightmare last night. I wish I dared to ask him about it, but he seemed so fragile I didn't have the heart.

I was starting to feel a little guilty for snooping around, even though he had given me permission, so I left the room and headed back downstairs, sighing with longing as I passed his bedroom door. I entered the living room and walked over to Jensen's couch and plopped down on one end of it with a deep sigh. There was a large plasma TV on a stand in front of me, and I grabbed the remote off the coffee table to turn it on. I might as well watch TV while I waited. Besides I needed a distraction from thoughts of a naked Jensen in the shower. I slipped my shoes off and snuggled down into the soft brown leather of his couch and started flipping through the channels.

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