Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“Let’s go, this place smells of sweat and children.”

“I know right? It’s a relief from the usual scent of bleach at home,” I joke.

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Funnily enough, Jeanine said that when I first arrived.”

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We stay in the same hotel as the last time we visited the city, he must have made reservations before we came because they handed him two keys and we came straight to it. We eat and shower, the latter being at separate times obviously. I make his bed on the couch as he showers and climb into the super soft king size. Feeling only slightly guilty for taking his bed, but then getting over it as I sink into the mattress and groan with delight.

My eyes close and this time I fall asleep before he exits the bathroom.

“Guinevere?” he calls quietly as I drift into the realm between sleep and awake. His footsteps get closer, “Gwen?”

I’m shocked when the bed dips right beside me but I manage to keep my face relaxed. I’m not sure why I don’t look at him, my curiosity has always been a flaw. Right now I’m curious as to what he wants but for some reason I know I won’t get the true answer if I’m awake.

“Gwen?” His voice is hushed and a lot closer than a moment ago. His heat sinks through the thick quilt and into me, my stomach flutters. I feel the smooth leather that covers his fingertips trail up my arm from the dip of my elbow to my inner wrist. My arm tingles and tiny bumps break out over the skin he touches.

He leans forward, this time my breath does hitch. His face gets closer to mine, I can feel his mint scented breath fan across my cheek. My heart races faster than it was, I wonder if he can hear it.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess.

And my entire world stops when I feel his nose on mine, it trails gently up to the bridge before slowly moving back down. A barely there touch but I feel it. I feel it everywhere.

I can’t handle it. This shouldn’t be happening, I don’t know why it is. His hand comes up and slides between my cheek and the pillow, he lifts my face ever so slightly, his nose now against the side of mine.

“Gwen?” He whispers, his voice sounds pained.

What’s he doing?

Panic overcomes me when I feel his top lip breeze across mine.

His own breath speeds up as I feel his bottom lip touch mine.

“Don’t,” I beg, my eyes burning and now open.

His eyes widen a fraction as they stare intently into mine. My hand comes up and takes a hold of his wrist and as I slowly push myself into sitting position I move his wrist away.

“What are you doing?” I hiss, keeping my voice low.

After tugging his wrist free he stands and turns around, “Go back to sleep.”

“Nathan…”

“Don’t,” he begs and walks to the bag by the couch.

Now I feel like shit, “Nathan. Please…”

“I said don’t,” he bites out and I watch him pull on his jeans under his robe. The sound of metal clicking against metal lets me know he’s doing up his belt.

With cautious movements I make my way out of bed and softly pad over to him. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, all I know is I don’t want him to feel like this. And I’m not sure what I did to make him feel like this in the first place.

What was he thinking? Christ I’m so angry right now. But he doesn’t need me shouting at him. Our wires must have gotten crossed somewhere along the way. The best thing I can do right now is to just try and understand him.

“Nathan,” I try again and place my hand on his shoulder, the soft gown stops me from feeling his skin but I can still feel the heat seep through. “I don’t understand.”

“You wouldn’t,” he grits out, his tone clearly saying this is my fault and he’s going to hold it against me.

I step forward and slide my arms around his waist whilst pressing my forehead between his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry. Please don’t fall out with me again.”

He lets out a long breath and grips my wrists tightly with both hands. Turning slowly in my arms he brings his arms around me and rests his chin on top of my head while squeezing tight.

Suddenly I’m airborne and letting out a choked cry as he bends and lifts me into his arms. He carries me to the bed and slowly lowers me onto it. “Go to sleep,” he whispers and presses his lips to my forehead.

“Are we okay?”

He doesn’t respond, he only moves away from the bed. Five minutes later I hear the door close.

Someone shakes my arm. No. I want to sleep. “Up, breakfast is ready.”



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