Switched: Flirt New Adult Romance by Cassie Mae Read Free Book Online

person who’s crushing on the quarterback, I pay absolutely no attention to anything but the way his ass looks in that uniform.
    “It’s okay. I still suck major at getting it to do that spiral thingy.”
    He takes his right hand off the steering wheel and sets it on my knee for two small pats.My rubber-band leg dissolves under his fingers, and I may black out. The car seems to be spinning. “You’ll get it. Just takes practice.” He smiles with his kissable lips, then pulls his hand back.
    I sigh.
    Then I cough, because for hell’s sake, he’s only
smiling
at me.
    We’re quiet, and I’m still sitting here trying to come up with something to say. And the longer the silence stretches out the more self-conscious I get. Seriously, I must have some sort of disease. I’m not normally so tongue-tied. Well, I always considered myself pretty comfy around him. We’re soul mates, after all. But there’s all this pressure now to make him see me differently while at the same time being completely smooth about it. Reagan would chop me to pieces if Talon said anything to her about me coming on to him. Not that I really know how to do that anyway.
    “Kayla!” Talon says, throwing his head back against the headrest and making me jump so bad I smack my head on the window. “I’m going to crash if you don’t talk. It’s way too quiet and I’m dozing off.”
    My tongue takes over before I can think. “You and Reagan have been together for a while now, huh?” Oh, freaking smack in the forehead. I didn’t want to talk about
that
for my alone time with him, but I guess it was sitting there in my store of embarrassing topics of conversation, and it flew out because I can’t stop thinking about it.
    He shrugs. “I guess.”
    Whoa, whoa … that wasn’t the tone or answer I expected. Hmm … I widen my eyes at him, and he shakes his head.
    “I mean, yeah. It’s almost been a year. That’s a while for our age, I guess.”
    “Longer than any relationship I’ve ever had.” I force a laugh, trying to lighten the sudden stretched tension in the air.
    “And how long was that?” He nudges me with his elbow, and there go my dissolving body parts again.
    “Uh …” I cough and blink a few times before staring out the window so I can concentrate. “Like, two days.”
    He barks out a laugh, but it’s not nearly as loud as when Wesley cracks up. And I can’t believe I’m even comparing the two right now because it’s not doing me any good. “Please tell me you’re not talking about Ed Westfield.”
    That’s exactly who I was talking about. And even in the darkness, Talon must see the redness blossom all over my face and neck because he chuckles and nudges me again.
    “That tool did not deserve you.”
    Instead of sighing, I can’t find any air to put into my lungs. It’s a total line, but it’scoming from freaking Talon Gregory! He’s feeding a line to
me
. Soul mates—I knew it!
    “Really?” I say, trying to keep the flirtation out of my voice, but I’m pretty sure I’m totally unsuccessful. “I mean, I gave him the best two days of his life!”
    We chuckle, and he shakes his head again. “If I’d been around, I would’ve pounded his face in for you.”
    “Oh, it wasn’t like he broke my heart or anything,” I say, waving him off, because really, I only dated Ed because Reagan had just had her first kiss and was making such a big deal out of it, I wanted to have mine too. And since Talon was still that guy I thought would never ever happen, Ed seemed like an okay candidate at the time. He was nice to me, and kind of flirted. So when he leaned in that one time to kiss me, I thought,
What the heck?
and let him. For two days he held my hand and pecked my lips, then he dropped me the second his ex-girlfriend came flying back to him saying she was super sorry or some crazy crap like that. So my first breakup was a total cliché. Add me to the list of those who’ve been used to make the ex