Through The Pieces Read Online Free Page A
Author: Bobbi Jo Bentz
am going to need you to stand and either hold up your shirt or take it off."
Cheeks burning, I stood. Doctor hot pants. Oh. My. God. STOP! I lifted up my shirt up as high as I felt comfortable. He moved his chair in closer and began to take the compression bandage off. He was eye level with my breasts. Cue more blushing. He wrapped an arm around my waist and the other grabbed gauze as he made circles to take it off. I looked up at the ceiling as he released the bandage and let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. Once the wrap was free, cool air caressed my skin.
He gently touched my bruise, sending goosebumps over my skin. "I am sorry this happened to you. No one should ever have to go through this." He put the bandage down and inspected my injury.
"Are you cold?"
"Um--I--er--no. I mean yes, yes I am. Can you hurry up?" He was staring up at me, gracing me with that dazzling smile. I was in so much trouble.
"Okay, it might be uncomfortable, but I will try to be as gentle as possible." He sounded worried for me, and I wondered what secret he was hiding.
"Don't worry I can take a hit." You did not just say that! He looked at me with a pained expression.
"I mean I have felt worse. I meant to say I trust you." Gah! I am an idiot. I cannot form a coherent thought around him. Hold up, did I just say I trust him? Do I trust him? How can I possibly even think about trusting someone? I must be tired. Yeah, I am just tired. As he bandaged me up, I cursed myself a million times.
"Thank you. I can tell it's nice and tight." I almost tripped over the horse-dog, Boris, when I turned around to go to my chair.
"It should feel better this way. Do you want me to stop tomorrow and tighten it up for you?" I was about to answer when the gag-inducing, god-awful smell began to fill the kitchen. By the looks of Buck, he smelled it, too. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back door out to the porch. Boris followed and waddled out onto the yard.
I fanned my face. "How can a dog possibly stink that much?" I asked once I could breathe.
"So that wasn't you?”
"No, and you know it wasn’t." I playfully swatted him in the upper arm.
"I should get going, but before I go, give me your cell phone number so I can call or text to check on you." He handed me his phone, and I plugged in my number. Sparks of nerves tingled my body.
"Send me a text so I can put your name in," I said. Once that was accomplished, he got Boris in and we said our goodbyes. He wasn't nearly as bad as I’d originally thought. He could actually be pretty nice. I went into my room and heard the alert informing me I had a text message. I smiled to myself and clicked to open my messages. It was not who I was expecting at all.
Scott: You need to come home now. I am sorry it won't happen again.
Another text.
Scott: Why aren't you answering me?
Scott: I love u.
Scott: Please come home.
Scott: Claire?
I turned the phone to silent, threw it onto the bed, and went into the bathroom. I couldn’t deal with this. I brushed my hair and teeth and got into bed. Fifteen more messages from Scott and one from an unknown number. I look at the message from the unfamiliar number. It had to be Buck.
Unknown Number: I never liked my name because it reminded me of my father. I will explain another time. Save under Buck not Jerk Ass.
I quickly saved his information under a new contact: Buck. I smiled and sent a quick text.
Me: Thank you for everything. BTW I forgot to tell you, you have something in your teeth from supper.
I smiled, knowing he was probably checking his perfect teeth right now. I turned off my phone and crawled into bed. I would deal with this Scott issue tomorrow. Right now I was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Chapter 4
Claire
Sitting on the deck enjoying a coffee, my thoughts ran uncontrollably. I can't believe I didn't leave Scott sooner. What stage of a break up am I in? Mourning a relationship that should never have turned out the way it
Cheeks burning, I stood. Doctor hot pants. Oh. My. God. STOP! I lifted up my shirt up as high as I felt comfortable. He moved his chair in closer and began to take the compression bandage off. He was eye level with my breasts. Cue more blushing. He wrapped an arm around my waist and the other grabbed gauze as he made circles to take it off. I looked up at the ceiling as he released the bandage and let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. Once the wrap was free, cool air caressed my skin.
He gently touched my bruise, sending goosebumps over my skin. "I am sorry this happened to you. No one should ever have to go through this." He put the bandage down and inspected my injury.
"Are you cold?"
"Um--I--er--no. I mean yes, yes I am. Can you hurry up?" He was staring up at me, gracing me with that dazzling smile. I was in so much trouble.
"Okay, it might be uncomfortable, but I will try to be as gentle as possible." He sounded worried for me, and I wondered what secret he was hiding.
"Don't worry I can take a hit." You did not just say that! He looked at me with a pained expression.
"I mean I have felt worse. I meant to say I trust you." Gah! I am an idiot. I cannot form a coherent thought around him. Hold up, did I just say I trust him? Do I trust him? How can I possibly even think about trusting someone? I must be tired. Yeah, I am just tired. As he bandaged me up, I cursed myself a million times.
"Thank you. I can tell it's nice and tight." I almost tripped over the horse-dog, Boris, when I turned around to go to my chair.
"It should feel better this way. Do you want me to stop tomorrow and tighten it up for you?" I was about to answer when the gag-inducing, god-awful smell began to fill the kitchen. By the looks of Buck, he smelled it, too. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back door out to the porch. Boris followed and waddled out onto the yard.
I fanned my face. "How can a dog possibly stink that much?" I asked once I could breathe.
"So that wasn't you?”
"No, and you know it wasn’t." I playfully swatted him in the upper arm.
"I should get going, but before I go, give me your cell phone number so I can call or text to check on you." He handed me his phone, and I plugged in my number. Sparks of nerves tingled my body.
"Send me a text so I can put your name in," I said. Once that was accomplished, he got Boris in and we said our goodbyes. He wasn't nearly as bad as I’d originally thought. He could actually be pretty nice. I went into my room and heard the alert informing me I had a text message. I smiled to myself and clicked to open my messages. It was not who I was expecting at all.
Scott: You need to come home now. I am sorry it won't happen again.
Another text.
Scott: Why aren't you answering me?
Scott: I love u.
Scott: Please come home.
Scott: Claire?
I turned the phone to silent, threw it onto the bed, and went into the bathroom. I couldn’t deal with this. I brushed my hair and teeth and got into bed. Fifteen more messages from Scott and one from an unknown number. I look at the message from the unfamiliar number. It had to be Buck.
Unknown Number: I never liked my name because it reminded me of my father. I will explain another time. Save under Buck not Jerk Ass.
I quickly saved his information under a new contact: Buck. I smiled and sent a quick text.
Me: Thank you for everything. BTW I forgot to tell you, you have something in your teeth from supper.
I smiled, knowing he was probably checking his perfect teeth right now. I turned off my phone and crawled into bed. I would deal with this Scott issue tomorrow. Right now I was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Chapter 4
Claire
Sitting on the deck enjoying a coffee, my thoughts ran uncontrollably. I can't believe I didn't leave Scott sooner. What stage of a break up am I in? Mourning a relationship that should never have turned out the way it
Readers choose
Erica Hale
Malcolm Pryce
Thomas Berger
Alexx Andria
Susan M. Boyer
Wen Spencer
Mary Kay Andrews
James Heneghan
Cora Blu