Cursed Love: Cursed Love (Cursed, #1) by snyder t. h

Author:snyder, t. h. [snyder, t. h.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author t. h. snyder
Published: 2014-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Sarasota, Florida

I’ve finally made it to my parents’ house and I’m dead tired. I texted Daulton a few minutes ago to let him know I was close and that I’d be in touch in a few days.

I’m not sure if he’ll communicate my message to Linc, but a small part of me hopes he does.

As much as I want to move on and forget, there will always be a small part of me that wants to go back and convince him to love me in return.

Reality is a bitch and one that I want to kick in the box with a pointy hooker boot.

I fall back onto the bed in my parents’ guest room and stare up at the ceiling. Sarasota isn’t the most exciting part of Florida, but I’m hoping that a few days in the sun at the beach will keep my mind busy.

I’ve never been out of work for more than a sick day, so the time off should do me good.

Over a mid-afternoon snack, Mom went on and on about all the places she wants to take me. It’ll be good to spend some quality one on one time with her, but I can guarantee I’ll want to play hooky after a week.

Resting my head back onto the pillow, I close my eyes in hopes of falling asleep. I asked my parents to let me nap for a few hours before hauling me off to the club for dinner.

With my eyelids closed, my memory plays a trick on me and flashes his smile. I quickly open my eyes to erase the image and then close them again.

Damn it to hell, I need to rid my mind of Linc. I’ll never be able to let him go if I see him everywhere I go.

I shut my eyes tighter, hoping to focus on the black space behind my closed lids. Instead, it’s him that I see. Rather than fight my own mind, I scan the image of the one and only man I’ve ever loved.

He’s wearing a fitted baseball cap backward on his head. Short, random pieces of his dark hair poke through and I laugh at how obsessive he is about his hat hair.

His dark eyes are staring back at me as a smile spreads across his face. Two subtle dimples appear and my heart starts to flutter.

My vision continues to scan down his muscular body, starting with his strong shoulders. He’s wearing a red t-shirt that hugs his body perfectly. The old faded jeans that I love so much are hanging loosely on his hips as he slides a hand into his pocket.

He’s perfection—there’s just no other word to describe him.

The tattoos on his body are so rare, so unique, that they speak for him, his life, and his past.

I’ve tried too many times to break him free of the fears that lie dormant in his mind, but I was never able to get through to him.

Maybe if I had tried harder I would have been able to help him and in return he would have loved me.

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