The Falling Series Boxed Set, Books #1-3 by Ginger Scott

Author:Ginger Scott [Scott, Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9968734-3-7
Publisher: Ginger Scott

Cass

He’s like magic. That’s the only way to describe what Ty does when I’m feeling…less. He takes it all away. He doesn’t think he’s romantic, but my god. I don’t like grand gestures. I’m not the girl who wants the proposal in front of thousands at the hockey game one day—not that I don’t love watching that happen for someone else, because I do! I just don’t want my face on that Jumbotron, not for anything other than scoring a goal.

I like simple. There’s potency in simple. There’s…magic in simple. And these simple moments are just for me and Ty, and nobody else.

He’s held me close in his lap for three whole songs, and I marvel that his right arm isn’t tired from spinning us in a slow circle. He’s rocked me once or twice, too.

His left hand has slid around my shoulders, to my breast, finally coming to rest along the side of my face. It’s the most tender of touches, and his thumb glides along my cheek in a way that honestly makes me feel beautiful. The CD starts to skip badly now, and even that somehow just seems right.

Ty reaches over and smacks the top of the player, and it makes the music skip ahead to some sort of reggae song that isn’t remotely romantic, and it makes us both turn and look at the music player and laugh.

“Where did you even get this CD?” I ask.

“Record Exchange,” he says, smacking it once more, causing it to start back at the beginning. I like the beginning. I like the thought of staying here, like this all night, starting over and over.

“I hope you didn’t pay much for it,” I say.

“No, got it for free. Well…sort of,” he says, and I lean back, quirking an eyebrow up. “I traded in one of Nate’s movies.”

“He’s going to be pissed,” I say, laying my head down on his shoulder, my hand tucked under his shirt against his bare chest so I can feel the movement of his muscles, his heart, his skin.

“No, he won’t. I watched it a shitload more than he did anyway. Nate’s not really a porn kinda guy.”

“Oh,” I say, suddenly uncomfortable at the thought of Ty and porn and me. And Nate. And, oh God! He can feel the heat on my face, he must, because he’s trying to look me in the eye, and I’m trying to bury myself under his arm.

“Cass, what kind of movie did you think I’d trade in for a shitty CD?” he says, amused by my embarrassment.

“I don’t know. I just…wow. Do you, like…watch that stuff? I mean, with your brother?” I’m so uncomfortable. I don’t know why. I’ve seen porn. The guys in high school used to play them at parties just to make the girls blush. It never bothered me. But something about talking about it with Ty is…weird.

“First off, you don’t watch porn. You use it,” he says, and I hold up my hand and slide from his lap to my bed.

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