Keep From Falling (Markson Grove Series Book 1) Read Online Free

know. We agreed that our feelings for one another were private and we didn’t need other eyes on it to make it real.
    For a long time this has been enough for us, but lately Bree’s been needing more… maybe I have been too, I don’t know. I have an unnerving feeling about where this is heading for us. It doesn’t feel happy at all. It feels inevitably sad, and that honestly scares me.
    I take the last drag of my cigarette and butt it out on the side of the building. I chuck the butt over the patio toward where the couple had been standing in a passionate embrace only moments earlier. When it hits the ground I go back inside.
    As I am walking around aimlessly yet again, still trying to figure out what to do with myself, I hear my phone beep and go to my room to get it. It’s Spencer texting me.
     
    Spencer: Feel like company.
    Me: Sure :)
    Spencer: Leaving work now. Be there in 15.
    Me: Thank God I’m bored out of my mind!
    Spencer: LOL
    Me: Did B get there yet?
    Spencer: Yep. Just got here… waiting for her to come up front then I’m OMW.
    Me: K c u soon!
     
    I toss the phone onto the coffee table and plop down on the couch. I feel a lot better now that Spencer is going to come over to keep me company. I hope he brings some pot. I could really use some deep meditative relaxation with my other best friend while I think about absolutely nothing for a while. I grab my phone off of the table once again.
     
    Me: Bring some mj
    Spencer: LOL k
     
    As an after thought I add:
     
    Me: Don’t tell B
    Spencer: Lips are sealed, babygirl.

 
    Bree
     
    I arrive at work only five minutes before my shift starts, so I don’t spend any time talking with Spencer up front like I usually do. Instead, I hurry passed him and run to the back of the store where the staff room is located. Once I get to the door, I promptly punch the security code in the number pad above the knob and push my way into the room. I’m digging around in my backpack for my keys as I’m walking in the direction of my locker, when all of a sudden I smash into someone. The person’s phone drops out of their hand to the floor below and makes a loud cracking sound. I cringe.
    “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I say, dropping to the floor to pick it up.
    The screen is completely busted. How the hell am I going to be able to pay for this? Judging by the make and model, it must cost at least three hundred dollars, if not more. “I didn’t see you, I was in a rush and I turned… I’m not sure…” I look up and my voice catches in my throat.
    I’m looking at the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. He’s crouched down beside me now, reaching for his phone, but I can’t stop staring at him long enough to hand it over.
    “Can I have it back?” he asks me finally. He doesn’t sound impatient, but rather amused instead.
    I continue to stare into his dark brown eyes, almost mesmerized by how deep and soulful they are. His face is square, with so many handsome features I don’t know which one to focus on first. His eyes, his lips, his dimples, his hair; all perfect.
    I realize what I’m thinking and instantly begin to blush profusely.
    I hand him the phone. “I’ll pay for it,” I manage.
    He stands up straight and I follow his lead, rising to my feet once again. He’s taller than I had originally thought, and I find myself looking up in order to see his face.
    He shrugs. “It was old anyway.”
    It doesn’t look old, it looks pretty new to me, but who am I to argue, he’s letting me off the hook and I should be grateful for that.
    “Let me help pay for a new one,” I say. “It’s the least I can do.”
    He smiles, showing off a fine set of beautifully straight teeth. Oh. My. God . What is wrong with me? I’m staring at his teeth now?
    “I just might hold you to that,” he says as he stuffs the broken phone into his pocket. He begins to walk toward the door.
    “Are you the new guy?” I blurt out, and instantly feel like an idiot for asking.