The Line Between(101)
Dane lifted his head, and pressed his lips against mine. “I missed you,” he whispered. “I thought about calling you every day, but I’m glad I didn’t.”
I smiled, feeling deliriously happy and elated to have him here with me. “Your timing is perfect.” I brushed my hands down his naked back, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingertips. “You were worth the wait.”
He rolled over, and I moved with him, draping my leg over his, and resting my head in the crook of his neck. My mind drifted, and thoughts of my accident, and the dream I had filtered into my head. I’d never told him about it, but it was always there, lingering, waiting for the right time.
I figured now was the right time. I wanted to tell him what his sister had said.
“I have to tell you something.”
He shifted so that we were face-to-face, his blue eyes far less troubled than the last time I stared into their boundless depths. They grounded me, centered me, like a beacon of bright, endless light reminding me where home really was.
“The night of my accident,” I swallowed, feeling a swarm of butterflies take flight in my belly. “I had a dream about Jewel and Charlie.”
His brows furrowed, and I smoothed his frown with my thumb. “I don’t remember everything, but I remember Jewel asking me to give you a message.”
Dane seemed taken aback by that, but didn’t laugh at me, or tell me it wasn’t possible that I’d seen or spoken to Jewel in a dream.
“She wanted me to tell you she was glad you found your cliché.”
He waited a beat, allowing my words to sink in, and then his mouth turned up into a magnificent smile. He hugged me tighter, like I was about to disappear from his grasp at any moment.
“What did she mean?” I asked gently, afraid that I’d be intruding on whatever memory her message had brought to the forefront of his mind.
He pulled back, and looked at me as he explained, “I used to tease her about the romance books she read, and always told her none of that stuff was real. She’d said that the stories were always clichéd, because it was about a guy who fell for the one girl who drove him crazy. Then one day she said she looked forward to the day I became the cliché.”
That sounded like Jewel.
“And did you? Become the cliché?”
“I did,” he replied. “I fell in love with the girl who drove me crazy most of my life without realizing it. And I’m one lucky sonovabitch because she loves me back, even after I hated her for so long.”
“She hated you too,” I mused, touching his lips wit my fingertips. “But she tripped over that fine line between love and hate, and landed in the arms of the boy who’d been there all along.”
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CONTENTS
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Epilogue
About the Author
Keep reading for a snippet of Blurred Line, a novella for Jade and Reid.
Blurred Lines
~ a Novella ~
by
Tamsyn Bester
Please Note: Blurred Lines is a novella written for the two supporting characters from The Line Between – Jade and Reid. It spans over the period of a few months, as you will notice in the Chapter headings. This novella has been included for the enjoyment of the reader and not necessarily for review purposes.
Prologue
Reid
November
Jade stared at me with her chocolate brown eyes, red and slightly puffy, and I fought the natural inclination to wrap her in my arms. We’d been friends all our lives, and she was always the one constant in my life when everything else seemed uncertain. But for the past few months, the dynamic of our relationship had changed, and it terrified the hell out of me. It went from being playful to sexual, sedate to intense, calm to electrical, and we were both fumbling around in the proverbial dark trying to figure out what it meant for our friendship.