A Little Too Not Over You by Lauren Pacaccio Read Free Book Online Page B

and before we even get married, you kissed another guy?!"
     
    "Bray," I started, tears forming. "Baby, I love you so much. I'm so sorry. That's why I told you. I'm so sorry. Please, just look at me."
     
    "How do you expect me to look at you when I can't even stand your voice right now, Paisley?" I was stunned.
     
    "Fine," I said, walking up to him and grabbing his hands, "then let's not talk."
     
    And I pulled him towards me as hard as I could and pressed my lips against his. His lips were flat and hard against mine, but once I started kissing him and doing the little things I knew he liked, he started to relax and let the kiss happen. In between kissing, I backed up so I could lean against a pole. I roamed his body with my hands and just kept kissing him. We were having a full blown make out session, in the middle of the day, at my favorite childhood park.
     
    His hands were all over me and then I suddenly felt him stop. "What? Wait," I said, breathlessly. I held his face in my hands. "I love you so much. So so much. Just kiss me. Please."
     
    He looked over at parking spot I had pointed out only minutes before and then he looked back at me. He took my hands off of his face and held them in his. "Look, Paisley," he said, dropping my hands and putting one of his on my cheek. He looked very sad. "How can I stand here, kissing you, knowing that yesterday, you were doing the same thing just a few feet away with another man?"
     
    "It was just a kiss, Braden. I promise you! That's all that happened. And," I said, leaning my face into his hand, "Once I realized what I was doing, I stopped and slapped him."
     
    "But you still kissed him back," he said, just looking sad. His thumb brushed away a tear that had fallen. "I'm sorry, but I can't…" He dropped his hand and turned around. I watched him walk away. I felt like I would never see Braden Abernathy ever again.
     

CHAPTER 15:
     

ROLL TO ME
     
    I ran into the house. Braden wasn't there, neither was his car. I couldn't have stayed at the park for that long.
     
    Once he walked away, I felt my heart breaking. I felt like I was about to pass out. I looked down at my ring. My beautiful ring.
     
    And that's when I completely fell apart. I dropped down to my knees and sobbed. Why did this always happen to me? Why was I always the one being walked away from and left to cry?
     
    I decided that if someone saw me crouched down on the ground, they might think I hurt myself, so I decided to go sit on the bench and calm myself down. I ended up crying a little more. I took my phone out of my pocket and called Braden.
     
    It went straight to voicemail.
     
    After I cried my heart out and then cried some more, I decided that I was not going to allow someone else who was so important to me to walk out of my life.
     
    That's when I started running.
     
    And I didn't stop until I made it to my old home.
     
    Like I said, his car was gone. I ran into my room. His bags were gone, too.
     
    He had really left.
     
    I collapsed onto the bed and just cried.
     
    I'm not really sure how long I was laying there when I felt the bed shift under someone else's weight.
     
    "Braden?" I said, sitting up quickly, wiping the snot off of my face.
     
    "Not exactly," Hunter said, looking very guilty and very upset. I rolled my eyes.
     
    "Listen," I said, lying back down. I huffed pathetically. "I am really not in the mood to deal with you right now. Congratulations, Hunter!" I said; my speech was a bit muffled by my pillow.
     
    "Congratulations for what?" he said, sympathy in his voice.
     
    "You got your wish. Braden and I are no longer getting married. I told him about yesterday and he…he…he walked away," and I started hysterically crying again.
     
    I felt strong, warm arms wrap around me. He made me roll over so that my head was resting on his chest. "I'm so sorry, Pay. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't realize that you actually loved him. I'm sorry," he was rubbing his hand up and down my