Refrain (Stereo Hearts Book 3) by Trevion Burns

Author:Trevion Burns [Burns, Trevion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Even though Milo had killed the Christmas music in the car, Britney’s voice remained in Viola’s head well into the night. Long after they’d arrived back at the Moore house and turned in for the evening. Long after she’d snuggled under the covers and all the lights had dimmed, leaving nothing but the moonlight to kiss the dark walls of the quiet guest bedroom. Long after the ceiling fan spinning overhead had been reduced to a dull blur, making her dizzier and dizzier the longer she tried to follow it with her eyes.

Right alongside the stomach-churning music that had refused to leave her head was the memory of Jon in the family’s living room earlier that night. How he’d made the sacrifice of laying on the hard floor so the rest of the family, including her, could cuddle up on the couch during family movie night. How he’d had on a pair of red pajama bottoms and nothing more, ensuring that Viola was more entranced by the deep, taut muscles that ebbed and shifted against his bare back than she would ever be with the movie. Ensuring her thoughts ventured into territory so wanton it had no business sharing a room with his puritanical family or the G-rated Christmas tale that’d been playing on the big screen. The only thing more tortuous than the memory of Britney’s crooning voice in her head was the memory of his incredible body.

Knowing that very body laid just a few doors down—just a few tiptoes along the hallway—sent a shot of heat blazing through her body. She threw the sheets and blankets off herself with a gasp when the heat became overwhelming—worried she was moments from falling into a hot sweat.

She had to get out of that house. Get some fresh air before her unrequited perversions took her over the edge. Her breathing remained labored as she left the guest bedroom and tiptoed down to the first level of the house, careful not to make too much noise on the old, creaky staircase.

She didn’t click on any lights as she made her way into the kitchen, afraid she might wake someone, but the lights on the microwave clock helped her see where she was going.

2:49 a.m.

She ignored the glowing green lights that confirmed how little sleep she’d be getting as long as she was sharing a house with Jon, moving toward the kitchen cabinets. She opened the cabinet that she’d learned contained Mary’s delicious homemade trail mix and dug her hand into the bag, swooping out a healthy handful. Her eyes fell to the bottle of Jack Daniel’s that sat unscrewed on the cabinet as she threw her head back and poured some of the trail mix into her mouth, unable to stop herself from grabbing the bottle, pressing the nozzle to her lips, and washing down the sweet and salty flavor of the trail mix in a few heavy swallows.

The bitter flavor burned her throat and sent a violent chill through her body, one after the other, as she slammed the bottle back down on the counter.

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