𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝
After coming home one night from sneaking out to a party, seventeen year old Sabrina finds her mother, father, and sister dead. While FBI agent David Rossi investigates this case, he cracks it a...
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𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔
Every second I thought about the events of the previous night, my cheeks grew redder and redder.
First, with embarrassment as I remembered crawling across my bed to reach Spencer, I squeezed my eyes shut to try and rid the thought. I didn't want to think about the way I felt when his hand met my cheek, the way our eyes locked on each other. Despite this, I couldn't help the smile, bashful smile that formed on my lips as it crossed my mind.
But then came the second: anger.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I thought of the stupid court order from Phoenix.
My fingers made their way to my temple as I tried to rub out the headache that was forming behind my eyes.
I had just dropped off Hallie at daycare and was cleaning up the mess I had made in the kitchen from breakfast, when I heard a knock on the door.
I quickly walked over to the front door and pulled it open, my eyes meeting Nix's. His hands were stuffed in his front pockets, shoulders raised, eyes roaming over the frame of the house. His black t-shirt hung on him like it was made specifically for him, his grey skinny jeans hugging his legs for dear life.
My breath hitched in my throat as I immediately started to tell him to leave.
"Breen, wait a sec," he said quickly, holding out his hands. "I just want to talk."
"Oh, really? Now you just want to talk?"
He nodded. "Yes. I want to... apologize."
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Well, that'd be a first."
Nix chuckled a little and ran a hand through his dark disheveled hair. "Well, I gotta start somewhere, right?" he cleared his throat and scratched the side of his chin. "Can I come in? You can let your FBI boyfriend know that I'm here if you want. Tell him to join the party if he's interested."
