Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Chelsea Roy
contemplating what he should do with his feelings for Aimee. They’d gotten to the point where he couldn’t ignore them anymore and he wasn’t sure how receptive Aimee would be toward him. She’d never done anything overt to show Brent she was into him and he didn’t want to lose his friendship with her. It was too important, even more important to him than passing the class was.
“ Did you date much in high school?” He asked her curiously. He had no idea how much experience she had and it was probably important for him to know since his thoughts wouldn’t leave Aimee alone.
“ Some. Not a whole lot. I went to a couple of dances, did the movies a few times. Had a summer romance. Nothing serious.” She sounded wistful.
“ Did you wish it was different?”
“ Yeah. My parents were pretty strict on keeping me focused for college so there weren’t a lot of times they’d say yes. The friends that I did have were always out with guys or had boyfriends. It would’ve been nice to do the same thing.” Aimee glanced up at him before looking quickly away. “What about you?”
“ High school?” He asked. Aimee nodded. “I slept my way through probably half of the girls at my school. It wasn’t pretty,” he admitted. Aimee’s eyes flew to his and she frowned.
“ Why would you do that?”
“ I don’t know, I guess because I could. It’s a stupid reason I know. But I loved girls and they seemed to love me. I was always honest and never treated them badly so I wasn’t that guy .” Brent knew he’d let more than one girl down with his attitude, but at least he’d always been honest.
“ What about now?” Aimee asked timidly. Brent took a deep breath and blew it out. He should’ve expected this question, but he didn’t, so he wasn’t ready to answer it. He shook his head.
“ Oh.” The word was said quietly, her voice almost a sigh. Brent could tell Aimee assumed the worst from his response. He knew she thought he was still sleeping around but the truth was he hadn’t been with anyone since he’d met her. He hadn’t wanted anyone else.
“ I haven’t had sex since August,” he blurted out. Although Aimee’s face was in profile to his, but he could see a blush spread across her cheeks.
“ Is that some kind of record for you?” She retorted. He nodded, again going with honesty over tact, and she snorted derisively. Brent’s shoulders slumped because he was pretty sure he’d just blown any chance he’d ever have with Aimee. Honesty fucking sucked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brent had been pretty quiet for the rest of their walk. After their embarrassing discussion about past relationships, Aimee was at a loss for words herself. She looked at him surreptitiously as he keyed open his apartment door. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. Aimee had noticed that Brent pretty much wore his emotions on his sleeve so there was never any secret about where you stood with him. She followed him into the apartment and sank into the sofa while he flipped on lights. Since Eric didn’t immediately make an appearance, Aimee assumed he was out. She was a little disappointed Seeing Eric was the second best thing going on in Aimee’s life and she was always bummed when he wasn’t around.
When Brent finished moving around and stood in the kitchen at the bar, Aimee knew something was up. Not one to hide from conflict, she stood up and moved over to him, sitting down across the bar from him. She tilted her chin up and tried to look him in the eye, but his gaze was aimed down at the counter. She folded her hands together to stop them from trembling.
“ Is everything okay?” She asked, point blank. Brent’s eyes lifted to hers, and Aimee felt lost in their green depths. Her trembling increased and she realized she was incredibly nervous. Everything suddenly felt so different. She and Brent had never talked about relationships and past experiences before. It made her wonder if Brent was starting to see her as
“ Did you date much in high school?” He asked her curiously. He had no idea how much experience she had and it was probably important for him to know since his thoughts wouldn’t leave Aimee alone.
“ Some. Not a whole lot. I went to a couple of dances, did the movies a few times. Had a summer romance. Nothing serious.” She sounded wistful.
“ Did you wish it was different?”
“ Yeah. My parents were pretty strict on keeping me focused for college so there weren’t a lot of times they’d say yes. The friends that I did have were always out with guys or had boyfriends. It would’ve been nice to do the same thing.” Aimee glanced up at him before looking quickly away. “What about you?”
“ High school?” He asked. Aimee nodded. “I slept my way through probably half of the girls at my school. It wasn’t pretty,” he admitted. Aimee’s eyes flew to his and she frowned.
“ Why would you do that?”
“ I don’t know, I guess because I could. It’s a stupid reason I know. But I loved girls and they seemed to love me. I was always honest and never treated them badly so I wasn’t that guy .” Brent knew he’d let more than one girl down with his attitude, but at least he’d always been honest.
“ What about now?” Aimee asked timidly. Brent took a deep breath and blew it out. He should’ve expected this question, but he didn’t, so he wasn’t ready to answer it. He shook his head.
“ Oh.” The word was said quietly, her voice almost a sigh. Brent could tell Aimee assumed the worst from his response. He knew she thought he was still sleeping around but the truth was he hadn’t been with anyone since he’d met her. He hadn’t wanted anyone else.
“ I haven’t had sex since August,” he blurted out. Although Aimee’s face was in profile to his, but he could see a blush spread across her cheeks.
“ Is that some kind of record for you?” She retorted. He nodded, again going with honesty over tact, and she snorted derisively. Brent’s shoulders slumped because he was pretty sure he’d just blown any chance he’d ever have with Aimee. Honesty fucking sucked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brent had been pretty quiet for the rest of their walk. After their embarrassing discussion about past relationships, Aimee was at a loss for words herself. She looked at him surreptitiously as he keyed open his apartment door. He looked like he had a lot on his mind. Aimee had noticed that Brent pretty much wore his emotions on his sleeve so there was never any secret about where you stood with him. She followed him into the apartment and sank into the sofa while he flipped on lights. Since Eric didn’t immediately make an appearance, Aimee assumed he was out. She was a little disappointed Seeing Eric was the second best thing going on in Aimee’s life and she was always bummed when he wasn’t around.
When Brent finished moving around and stood in the kitchen at the bar, Aimee knew something was up. Not one to hide from conflict, she stood up and moved over to him, sitting down across the bar from him. She tilted her chin up and tried to look him in the eye, but his gaze was aimed down at the counter. She folded her hands together to stop them from trembling.
“ Is everything okay?” She asked, point blank. Brent’s eyes lifted to hers, and Aimee felt lost in their green depths. Her trembling increased and she realized she was incredibly nervous. Everything suddenly felt so different. She and Brent had never talked about relationships and past experiences before. It made her wonder if Brent was starting to see her as