Something Like Spring by Bell Jay

Author:Bell, Jay [Bell, Jay]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781494430917
Amazon: 1494430916
Barnesnoble: 1494430916
Goodreads: 20652686
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-01-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

A day off, and for the first time since coming to Austin, Jason had complete privacy. In the morning he walked the house, finding it empty. After a leisurely breakfast and a shower, he ventured out front, but even the garages were empty and still. Aside from Chinchilla and Samson, he had the house all to himself. Jason wasn’t sure what to do with this privacy. He browsed some illicit sites on his computer for sexual relief, stretching out in bed afterwards and basking in the euphoria. He was still daydreaming when he turned his head and noticed the stack of boxes along the wall. All his old things he didn’t need, taking up space and smelling like musty cardboard.

He planned to find a place for them in the garage, and was carrying a box in the hallway when a small rope dangling down from the ceiling caught his eye. The attic door was just outside his room, much closer than the garage. If it was a finished attic, he might find space for his things there. Setting down the box, he leapt up, snagged the rope, and pulled. A cross between stairs and a ladder folded out for him. Jason climbed a few steps and peeked. Sure enough, the attic had a proper floor and everything. Boxes and old furniture were up there already, making it the perfect place to store his belongings.

Jason brought up the first box, setting it down in the middle of the space as he glanced around. He saw an old lamp, an electric fan, and nearest to him, a stack of boxes. Leaning against this was a canvas, which he turned so he could view the front. Jason still hadn’t seen Tim’s art. Not properly. If this was one of his paintings, he was impressed. Depicted was a man near his own age, but one so pretty he’d hold his own against Kelly. The young man’s hair was blond, the eyes blue, his features fine and fair. He seemed to be wearing a pink bathrobe, of all things, and a mischievous smile. Jason wondered if it was meant to be Ben and if the likeness was off, but the rest of the painting was too skilled for this to be true. The style struck him just as much as the subject’s beauty, colorful light playing along every surface as if the young man was surrounded by rainbow-casting prisms.

Jason stared long and hard at the painting before turning his attention to the stack of boxes. He knew he shouldn’t pry, but that’s what made the idea so appealing. He opened the first box, finding an old Halloween mask. A werewolf. He put this on, looking around for something to see his reflection in and not finding anything. He dug through the rest of the box while still wearing the mask, discovering only old clothes, before he turned himself human and put it all back as he’d found it.

The second box was full of books—biographies mostly.

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