Into The Tomorrows (Bleeding Hearts Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Colin and I had moved to opposite sides of the king-size bed during the night and I tried not to analyze that so much as I pulled on a sweater and exited the bedroom. I smelled bacon as I padded down the hallway and quickened my steps to find a very tall, deeply tan man in the kitchen. At first I just stared. His back was to me, so I took the opportunity to take in all his muscles and the ink that hinted on his left arm, spanning across his back, as he worked over the stove. He was wearing gray flannel pajama bottoms and no shirt. I must have made a noise because he turned around quickly, spotting me on the other side of the breakfast bar. “Oh, hello,” he said. His voice was warm, a little husky. My gaze skipped nervously over the ink I saw on his chest—but gave little attention to—and moved up his neck to a jaw that was covered in a short, groomed beard. I kept moving up, over full lips and defined cheekbones and brown irises.
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