“Let your anger go. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I agreed to file a police report.”
“You did?” Jacoby asks, his eyes widening in shock.
“I did. We’ll take care of it tomorrow morning.”
“Thank fuck,” he replies. “That fucker will get what’s coming to him.”
“He will. And we won’t ever have to worry about him again. Mr. Stephenson believed my story. That you and I developed a friendly relationship after what happened. As long as we’re careful these next few weeks, we’ll be just fine.”
“As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be more than fine.”
Our foreheads touch, and our eyes are closed. We’re shrouded by darkness in the room, but we light up each other from within. I am the flame, and he is the torch. He carries me through the darkness, and when he’s in the dark, I light his path.
“Hey, Jacoby?” I call through the darkness, even though he’s right here, his hard body is beneath mine. His hands tighten on the spot where my hips meet my thighs, and he replies, “Yeah?”
I exhale slowly, trying to calm my jittery nerves. This shouldn’t make me so nervous, but it does. I’ve never uttered these words to another soul in my life, and the thought of rejection turns my blood cold. But this is Jacoby. I don’t need to be afraid. So instead, I smile and place a lingering, soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you.”
Jacoby’s breath comes out as a rush, and his arms slide around my back, crushing me to his chest. His mouth fits into the space next to my ear, and he whispers there, “You love me?”
“I do,” I reply.
“Say it again,” he commands, and his breathing turns ragged.
“I love you, Jacoby. I think I’ve loved you all along, but I was too determined not to see it. You’re the first person I’ve ever loved. It didn’t come to me easily. I had to fight for it, but now that I have it, it’s mine.” I shriek as I’m suddenly flipped onto my back as Jacoby rolls us over. He presses his lips to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. He just holds them there, like two puzzle pieces fitted together.
“God, Sweetheart. I love you, too. So damn much.”
My heart sighs. “Show me. Make love to me, Jacoby.”
And he does.
We don’t get much sleep. We spend the night worshipping each other’s bodies with our hands and our lips. We tangle ourselves beneath the soft, gray sheets until the shadows fade back into their recesses, and the sun’s rays peek through the window. Then we get up for school and begin our routine, which will continue for the next few weeks, until we are free to be together without the repercussions.
Finding our love wasn’t simple. It pushed our morals and the rules of society. It was forbidden and different, but it was ours. We fought against our attraction, going as far as to push one another away when things got tough. But we came to a point where it wasn’t possible to fight any longer. The battle was already won in our favor; it was won before we even stepped onto the field. Love like ours can’t be ignored. It strengthens and grows with every obstacle thrown in its path. It might have taken months to come to terms with our feelings. But in the end, there’s no denying it.
Our love is indisputable.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Where to begin? First of all, I need to thank my husband. You have encouraged me from the very beginning when my dreams were nothing more than late night ramblings. Those ramblings kept growing until the first night I sat down with my laptop and began to write. You continued to support me through hours of helping with the kids so I could lock myself away in my room and focus on my book. You are my love and my life.
My children, L & C, thank you for being a bright spot when I was feeling frustrated. And thank you for having the ability to play quietly when I really needed to get something done. Mama loves you, babies.
A million thanks to TOJ Publishing for my cover reveal, blitz, release party, and a wealth of information. A special thanks to Kim Black at TOJ for my beautiful cover. You have a true talent. I don’t know how you made sense of what I wanted from my horrible description, but it’s like you pulled the image straight from my brain. Besides making my cover, you have also been a source of information and patiently answered my questions.
Alex Grayson, I don’t even know where I’d be without you. As soon as I decided to publish my work, you were there every step of the way. I’m so glad I found you! Thank you for cheering me on and being so supportive. I’m lucky to have you as a friend.
Thank you Imy Santiago for your support and willingness to listen to my questions. Your encouragement means the world to me.
Thank you to all the bloggers who took a chance and helped me promote Indisputable. Each time I received an email from one of you made my day. The kind words and encouragement were invaluable in pushing me to keep going.
Thank you to all my family; to thank you all individually would take pages. Mom, Dad, Becky, Rocky, Angela, Steve, Paul, Amber, Joe, Michael, Antonio, Gavin, Dominic, Addy, Audrey, Kevin, Jessica, and Kara—I love all of you. Thank you for the supporting texts and phone calls, and just being who you are. My book may not be to your tastes, but you support me nonetheless.
And finally, thank you to my readers. Every single one of you who has picked up my book means the world to me. You gave a brand new author a chance, and because of that, I’m eternally grateful.
About the Author
A.M. Wilson fell in love with writing in second grade when she won a young writers’ contest. She spent the years following carrying around a spiral notebook, which she filled with poetry and short stories detailing the dramatics of being a young girl. When she hit her college years, she set the notebooks down and fell in love with reading romance novels. She may have attended college four separate times, in four different fields, but always knew in her heart writing was her true passion. She grew up in Duluth, Minnesota and spent her summers in the cold waters of Lake Superior, but relocated to the Twin Cities with the love of her life and has two spirited children who make her world go round.
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Shatter Me
Alex Grayson
Chapter One
Jaded Hollow, OH – 6 miles ahead
I release a sigh, exhausted and nervous about my next stop on my long and tedious journey.
I’ve been driving since eight this morning, with a couple of stops in-between for restroom breaks and gas stops. It’s coming up on nine at night. I need to keep moving. I don’t want to give him the opportunity to find me. Him, being Steven, my worse nightmare, my worse fear, my husband. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice in the matter because my gas tank is running on fumes and my pocket book is getting low. I need to find a way to make a little cash before I move on.
My arms hurt from holding onto the steering wheel for so long and my legs are cramping from the constant push of the gas pedal. I’m so hungry I fear my internal organs will dry up and turn to dust due to lack of nourishment. I’m exhausted to the point where my eyes have that sandy, papery, gritty feel and I’m worried I might dose off behind the wheel.