Torn from You by Nashoda Rose

Author:Nashoda Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: na, new adult, dark contemporary

I woke to Kat jumping onto the bed.

Kat landed on her stomach beside me, alcohol wafting off her skin. Her face was flushed, and she was smiling ear to ear. I groaned, flinging my arm over my eyes.

“What time is it?” I mumbled.

“Two. Nope, hmm, maybe fourishy. And you need to get up.”

I pulled the duvet up over my shoulders and turned on my side. “Kat. Four in the morning? Not a chance. I have Georgie’s brunch tomorrow morning then five horses to ride.”

“It’s tomorrow, and you really need to get up.” She yanked on the covers.

“Kat, seriously. Whatever it is can wait til morning.”

“Um, no. It can’t.”

I groaned and pried open my eyes. “Hope I’m waking up to some hot story about you and that guy Ream.”

Kat barked out, “Bah. Fantasy fuck denied. Nope. Ream won’t touch me with a thousand-foot pole. Actually, when he saw me tonight, he looked ill, then he walked away. So, I partied with Crisis. Jesus, that guy is crude, but hilarious. Man-whore and totally fuckable.” She put her finger to her lips. “Why did I come in ...? Oh yeah, your man is here.”

I bolted up. “What?” Holy shit. Oh my God. At the condo? “What? You mean here? In the condo here? Or downstairs and wants buzzed up?”

Obviously drunk and unconcerned over my panic, Kat shrugged. “In the kitchen here.”

“What?” I repeated then pressed my head into the pillow mumbling every swear word I could think of.

Kat fluffed her pillow and plopped her head down, closing her eyes. “I think he’s hurt you didn’t stay for the show. I saw him looking for you while he sang. He looked sad. Shit, I’m drunk.” She moaned and curled onto her side. “I tried to stop him from coming here, but ... I’m drunk, and well ... even when I punched him and told him you wanted nothing to do with him ... he kept coming. Did you know that he has abs like a damn brick house? Shit. Yeah, of course you do. I think I broke my hand punching him.” She lifted it up then let it flop back down on the bed.

“You didn’t break your hand.”

Kat mumbled something unintelligible. I think it was some sort of apology.

I heard a cupboard closing and then the fridge opening and closing. Then the sound of something being poured into a glass. He was here. Logan was in the kitchen. I shoved the covers aside, shaking my head at the passed-out Kat sprawled face first on my bed, her hands and legs spread-eagle.

Logan looked up the moment I appeared. It was an open-concept condo, and the only walls that existed surrounded the bathrooms and three bedrooms.

Time was in slow motion. His eyes started at my face, dipping down my body to my bare feet then back up again to meet my eyes. He leaned back against the counter and took a sip of his orange juice. A wave of desire hit me as I remembered him leaning against his truck eating ice cream and looking so .

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