Unmarked: Sean's Story (Chosen #4) by Alisa Mullen Read Free Book Online Page A

engineer – oh hell – rocket scientist. I still didn’t understand why since I heard NASA went out of business. It turned out humans didn’t want to know what was beyond the Milky Way. It didn’t matter – neither did I.
    My attention was cut to Aoife’s adorable giggle. The guys were clearly hitting on her and I watched the scene unfold with rapt attention.
    After about an hour of shooting the shit and trying to avoid everything Aoife, Will’s BJ girl left on the arm of her boy – giving him a sidelong “I’m sorry” look as he cursed under his breath.
    “I could have used the distraction tonight. Fuck, I hate it when I look like a horny teenager,” he said as he slammed his hand on the table.
    Aoife jumped so high that beer glasses started to wobble and she actually put her hands over her head, like we were in some sort of bombing drill. Both guys rushed to save the beers and immediately took to taking care of her – rubbing her back and whispering shit in her ear.
    “Hey,” I called out to Aoife over the commotion. “You okay?”
    Aoife’s forest green eyes met mine and I saw a mix of apprehension and…wait – was that terror? Did these guys making her feel uncomfortable? I would seriously beat their asses if they came on to her so strong if she didn’t want it.
    Who the hell was I? What a stupid fool I was. I had essentially assaulted her mouth not an hour ago and I was concerned that these guys were coming on too strong? I winced at that hypocritical situation. I hated, I mean – loathed hypocrites. And the sad point of it all was that, like I had just done, people didn’t know they were doing it until someone called them out on it.
    She looked me straight in the eyes and I swore to all that was holy in this universe, she saw something in me that I never let out. A small smile touched the corners of her lips and a dimple appeared on her lower right cheek. It was so fucking adorable that I wanted to touch it – maybe even smooth it over with my thumb to see if it would go away.
    Wait, what?
    I reared back and took another swill off my beer, trying to avoid eye contact with her. It didn’t last long. I glanced up to see her leaning forward with that same small smile – the same small dimple, and the fucking huge understanding look that cracked me open in two.
    Was Aoife being a hypocrite? Tying one on with these guys, yanking their chains, and yet only wanted me ? Could I be the reason she left Lizzie’s party?

Chapter Seven
    Sean
    At that point, I knew something was weird between me and Aoife. There was sexual tension but neither one of us could give in. I had never felt so confused about my attraction to a woman. She struggled as much as I did to keep her eyes off of mine. Finally one of the shits we were sitting with noticed and called me out on it.
    “Seany boy! Is this your girl?” I didn’t even look at whoever said it but fuck if he wasn’t drunk already.
    I stared into Aoife’s eyes and her whole face went ten shades of pink. Her little freckles popped out on her nose and I inwardly cursed at my blatant stare. Before I had a chance to answer, her small voice became the only sound in the whole pub. It cut through the music, the chatter, and she was my only focus.
    “So, boys. What’s the difference between an Irish wedding and a funeral?” Her eyes became mischievous as one of the guys planted a shot glass in front of her. She whirled around to see who it was, looked a little worse for the wear, and then shrugged her shoulders at it before downing it. She was hard core on the inside.  And no, this wasn’t just liquid courage that made me think that. Her ferocity was palpable. It just took a bit of comfort to coax her out of her shell.
    “You stumped me,” I grunted out as I took a pull off my beer.
    “One less drunk.” She slapped the table and the guys around her chuckled.
    I didn’t. I think I would have if I didn’t see that slight wince when she delivered the punch