The Boy Who Paints Me (SAMPLE OF PUBLISHED BOOK)

The Boy Who Paints Me - Chapter 7 (SAMPLE)

Chapter 7

It was needless to say that I had another sleepless night, only this time it was for all of the right reasons. I had spent the whole night, lying in bed, smiling at the ceiling. Kissing Leighton was something that I couldn’t even begin to describe. I just didn’t have the right words to explain it. Alarm bells were ringing in my head last night, telling me to stay away, begging me not to call him back but I ignored them. It doesn’t make sense because I haven’t even known Leighton for that long but it’s as though a part of me needs him to survive. It’s like I’ve found the missing piece to my jigsaw puzzle of a life. It’s probably crazy to even think that I can have him but I don’t care. The moment that I felt the sensation of his lips on mine, the decision was made. I was staying...whatever the cost.

After he kissed me, last night, he left. He left me wanting so much more. More than I should want anyway. When he said that he’d protect me, I knew that he meant it. Maybe he couldn’t protect me, maybe nobody could but I couldn’t run away without finding out.

It was my day off today, which I was thankful of since I needed a day of rest. Working at the diner was great but it wasn’t easy. It was busy most of the time, and my feet seemed to get a little more swollen everyday that I spent there. I did enjoy working with Megan though, we were getting closer, and I liked it. Thoughts of Leighton had been consuming my mind all day, so when she asked if I wanted to spend the day with her, I welcomed the distraction.

"Hey, hot stuff, you ready for a day of fun?" She asked as I opened the front door.

"Yup," I nodded as I smiled at her. I watched as a nervous look spread across her face. It was unlike her, and it made me feel a little uncomfortable. "Are you ok?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes but I have something to tell you before we go," she said as she took a gulp.

"Ok."

"So, you know how I said that me, you, Caroline and Layla were spending the day together?" She asked, confusing me even more.

"Yes," I replied in a tone that said 'tell me more'.

"Well, I thought it was, just us, I mean. My dad made me bring along his friends daughter," she said as her green eyes scanned my face.

"Is that it?" I asked as relief washed over me.

"Yeah, well, it's Victoria," she said as she twiddled her fingers and stared at me.

"Weasel?" I blurted out, without thinking. She suddenly burst out laughing and began to try and catch her breath. A slight smile formed on my face as I realised what I had said.

"One, that just made that whole conversation worth every nerve racking second and two, you have spent way too much time with Caroline lately," she chuckled as I locked the front door with my key.

"Maybe," I giggled as I turned to face her.

"Seriously, will you be ok with her coming. I wouldn't have invited her to be honest but my dad kind of left me no choice," she moaned.

"Honestly, it's fine, I don't have a problem with her," I replied calmly. The truth was that I didn't know her to have a problem but the idea that Leighton may have kissed her the way that he kissed me last night, made me feel sick.

"Oh, it's not you that I'm worried about," she mumbled as we made our way toward her pink truck.

“Hey!” Caroline sang as I slid in next to her.

“Hey. Where’s Layla?” I asked, confused.

“We couldn’t all fit in so she and the Weasel are in her car,” Caroline said with a smirk on her face.