Bracing the Blue Line Read Online Free
Author: Lindsay Paige
clothes. I lean forward and bury my face in my hands. Please tell me that this is all a dream, and I wasn't momentarily attracted to her. Again. It's morning, and I was half sleep, so it doesn't matter, right? Maddie probably has had her fill of catching up, so I won't have to worry about it anymore. Just because we have a past and just because she's grown into a more gorgeous girl than before doesn't mean I'm about to act on it. I messed up, ruined things for us, and I won't do it again.
“Winston?”
I lift my head to see her standing directly in front of me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, rubbing my eyes a little. “Still a little tired, I guess.”
She laughs. “I'm going to head back. Thanks, again.” Maddie gives me an innocent kiss on the cheek in gratitude before heading towards the door. She opens it, but turns around before walking out. “Do you have a game tonight? I'd really like to see you play at least once. I feel bad that I've never seen you play.”
I shake my head in affirmation. “Get there at six to get a good seat.”
And just like that, Maddie leaves. God damn it. I lean back onto the couch and glare at my crotch, where my dick wants to come out and play. Thank God Maddie didn't notice. I'd be in deep shit trying to explain that. This was a one time thing, no big deal. Groaning, I get up to take a cold shower. It's going to be a long fucking day. I can ignore a gorgeous girl, especially when she's Dave's little sister and the girl I hurt so badly three years ago.
GRANT, WINSTON, BO Harris, and I all live off campus together in a house my parents used to rent out. Once I decided to come here for college, they said that I could live here if I wanted to. Of course I did. I invited the guys to live with me too. Grant and Winston just left, one off to study, the other to the gym, so when there's a knock on the door, I'm half expecting it to be one of them for some reason. Instead, I answer the door to a Hispanic girl in sweats and a hoodie that are entirely too big for her. Her dark brown hair is in a ponytail, and she seems extremely nervous. She kind of looks familiar too, but I can't place her face.
“Can I help you?” I ask, an uneasiness forming in my stomach the more anxious she looks.
Her shoulders sag with disappointment. “You don't remember me, do you?”
Uh, oh. That probably means I've fucked her before. I shake my head. “Do you have any piercings, tattoos, or birthmarks to jog my memory?” I'm actually trying to be helpful, even if it doesn't sound like it. She obviously wants me to remember her, and that's my way of helping.
She doesn't like what I said, though. Her jaw tenses right before she sighs and turns around. Mystery girl lifts her shirt just high enough to show me her tramp stamp of a bunch of flowers. Slowly, the memories come back. I slept with her at the end of last semester. We were at a party, and I ended up spending twenty four hours with her, drinking, having sex, and sleeping. I can't believe I forgot about her.
“Right,” I nod, wondering why the hell she's here. Her face hardens as I ask, “What's your name again?”
“Audra Garcia.”
How could I forget a name like that? I probably didn't ever ask her what her name was or I was too drunk to remember when she did say it. “Can I help you, Audra?” I repeat.
“It's probably best if I go ahead and spit this out, isn't it?”
I nod, although I don't know what 'this' is. Audra grabs the hem of her hoodie and lifts to show me a little, swollen, light brown stomach. That can only mean one thing. It instantly sends pings of pain to my heart. No, this can't be happening. I stare at her belly until she lowers her shirt, forcing my eyes back to hers. My heart is beating so fast I wonder if I might faint. I'm feeling quite lightheaded, and I'm not so sure I have legs anymore.
“Could we go somewhere private to talk?” A rummaging sound comes from behind me, and Audra adds,
“Winston?”
I lift my head to see her standing directly in front of me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, rubbing my eyes a little. “Still a little tired, I guess.”
She laughs. “I'm going to head back. Thanks, again.” Maddie gives me an innocent kiss on the cheek in gratitude before heading towards the door. She opens it, but turns around before walking out. “Do you have a game tonight? I'd really like to see you play at least once. I feel bad that I've never seen you play.”
I shake my head in affirmation. “Get there at six to get a good seat.”
And just like that, Maddie leaves. God damn it. I lean back onto the couch and glare at my crotch, where my dick wants to come out and play. Thank God Maddie didn't notice. I'd be in deep shit trying to explain that. This was a one time thing, no big deal. Groaning, I get up to take a cold shower. It's going to be a long fucking day. I can ignore a gorgeous girl, especially when she's Dave's little sister and the girl I hurt so badly three years ago.
GRANT, WINSTON, BO Harris, and I all live off campus together in a house my parents used to rent out. Once I decided to come here for college, they said that I could live here if I wanted to. Of course I did. I invited the guys to live with me too. Grant and Winston just left, one off to study, the other to the gym, so when there's a knock on the door, I'm half expecting it to be one of them for some reason. Instead, I answer the door to a Hispanic girl in sweats and a hoodie that are entirely too big for her. Her dark brown hair is in a ponytail, and she seems extremely nervous. She kind of looks familiar too, but I can't place her face.
“Can I help you?” I ask, an uneasiness forming in my stomach the more anxious she looks.
Her shoulders sag with disappointment. “You don't remember me, do you?”
Uh, oh. That probably means I've fucked her before. I shake my head. “Do you have any piercings, tattoos, or birthmarks to jog my memory?” I'm actually trying to be helpful, even if it doesn't sound like it. She obviously wants me to remember her, and that's my way of helping.
She doesn't like what I said, though. Her jaw tenses right before she sighs and turns around. Mystery girl lifts her shirt just high enough to show me her tramp stamp of a bunch of flowers. Slowly, the memories come back. I slept with her at the end of last semester. We were at a party, and I ended up spending twenty four hours with her, drinking, having sex, and sleeping. I can't believe I forgot about her.
“Right,” I nod, wondering why the hell she's here. Her face hardens as I ask, “What's your name again?”
“Audra Garcia.”
How could I forget a name like that? I probably didn't ever ask her what her name was or I was too drunk to remember when she did say it. “Can I help you, Audra?” I repeat.
“It's probably best if I go ahead and spit this out, isn't it?”
I nod, although I don't know what 'this' is. Audra grabs the hem of her hoodie and lifts to show me a little, swollen, light brown stomach. That can only mean one thing. It instantly sends pings of pain to my heart. No, this can't be happening. I stare at her belly until she lowers her shirt, forcing my eyes back to hers. My heart is beating so fast I wonder if I might faint. I'm feeling quite lightheaded, and I'm not so sure I have legs anymore.
“Could we go somewhere private to talk?” A rummaging sound comes from behind me, and Audra adds,