My Life as a Holiday Album (My Life as an Album #5) by L.J. Evans

Author:L.J. Evans [Evans, LJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LJ Evans Books
Published: 2020-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

Grace

NEVER KISSED ANYONE WITH BLUE EYES BEFORE YOU

”You're getting these brown eyes seeing color, it's so true

I never kissed anyone with blue eyes before you.”

Performed by Gwen Stefani

Written by Stefani / Tranter / Busbee

I was drunk. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually been this drunk. Maybe not since Mayson—I mean, Asshole—Cole, and I had downed three bottles of champagne on New Year’s Eve after I’d turned twenty-one.

The dark wood panels of the bar blurred a little as I turned back to the pool table where I was still—even drunk—beating the pants off Dalton. Dalton, the flirty cowboy who, if I squinted my eyes, looked enough like Mayson—Asshole—to ease my shredded heart.

I could pretend it was his hands that kept grazing my arm, my hip, and the exposed skin below my crop top. I was drunk enough that I wanted him to touch me. Not the cowboy, but the Asshole.

I risked a glance in his direction. He was sitting at the bar, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me since Dalton had suggested we play. He wasn’t smiling. Mayson hardly talked at all until Edie sat down next to him.

Damn.

I knew as soon as I said his real name―even in my head―instead of the Asshole I’d been calling him for months, I’d weaken. I’d cave. I’d let him apologize. I’d forgive him. But forgiving him would mean letting him back in. Opening my heart again. And I wasn’t sure I could take it if he stomped all over it like he had before.

One night. We’d had one incredible night. A night I’d been longing for as much as I knew I shouldn’t. It was so ridiculous. Falling for your older cousin’s best friend. Like the clichéd “brother’s best friend” trope I’d always disliked.

Dalton eased in and whispered close enough to my ear I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “Are we succeeding yet?”

I turned, and our lips were almost touching. “Succeeding at what?”

“Making Mayson jealous. Making him regret whatever it is that went wrong between the two of you.”

“There’s nothing between us,” I said with a confidence I didn’t feel.

Dalton smiled. “Sure, sweetheart. So, if I were to kiss you, you’d let me, and he wouldn’t try to kick my ass?”

“If you kiss me, you’re gonna get this pool stick shoved up your—”

I was interrupted by his lips on mine.

They were there for all of two seconds before large hands pulled me from behind with such force I stumbled back into the male body tugging at me. Into Mayson who’d always been muscle and mass and heavenly scent.

“We’re done here,” Mayson said, and the barely controlled anger in his voice made me cheer. I wanted him angry. I wanted him angry because it was at least a different emotion than the sweet pleas he’d been giving me for months. The sweet pleas had felt like they were lacking the passion I wanted him to have on the subject of us.

Dalton extended to his full height, matching Mayson muscle for muscle.

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