Read Online Single, Available, and Completely Attached by Michelle Brewer - Free Book Online

  Drew was very, very distracted.   He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.  
    “Sex.”
    “Well, I think that much is obvious.”
    “ Casual sex.”   Drew bit his lip, trying to tell himself to walk away.  
    “Annabelle…”
    “Why do you call me that?”   She asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes.   Drew shrugged his shoulder, unable to think clearly.   “I’m sad, Drew.”  
    “I know you are.”  
    “I don’t want to be sad anymore.”   She laid her palm flat against his chest and he could hear the tears in her voice.  
    He was a jerk.   Such a jerk.
    Here she was, on the rebound—and Drew had actually considered taking advantage of the situation.  
    Sure, she wasn’t exactly protesting.  
    But that made him no better than the guys he had told himself he was protecting her from.
    “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”   He stepped backward, creating some distance between them.
    “Are you coming with me?”   She reached up and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt.   Drew watched for a moment, knowing he couldn’t.
    “That’s probably a bad idea.”
    “It’s an even worse one to leave.”   She finished unbuttoning her shirt and Drew groaned inwardly.  
    Yep, this was torture.  
    “That’s not what you’ll think in the morning.”  
    “But that’s hours away.”   She closed the space between them, fidgeting with the lowest button on his shirt.
    He had to leave before he did something he was going to regret.  
    And so he reached forward, taking her face into his hands.  
    Then he leaned in, touching his lips to her forehead.
    “Goodnight, Annabelle.”  
    Before she could stop him, Drew turned and hurried from the room.  
    He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he was sitting behind the wheel of his car, staring up at the window.   He watched her silhouette for a moment before starting the car and pulling away.
    He needed to go home and take a nice, long, cold shower.  
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Anna lay in bed for quite some time, staring up at the ceiling.   Her head was pounding viciously, her stomach felt as if she had spent the night on a small boat in the middle of a tsunami, and her mouth was very, very dry.
    But that wasn’t what was keeping her in bed.
    No, she could handle all of that.
    It was the fact that she was pretty sure she had attempted to bed Drew Whitman last night.
    Though she was alone, she felt her face redden and she tugged the blankets up over her head, groaning quietly.  
    If she were to be completely honest with herself, though, she would have to admit that she was grateful that he had stepped in when he did.   She had a feeling that if she would have gone through with her original intentions, the shame she felt this morning would be much, much worse.  
    Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to see Drew ever again.   Something told her that he wouldn’t be all too eager to find himself within her presence again, so at least there was that.  
    With a heavy sigh, she tossed the blanket aside and rolled out of bed, padding quietly down the hallway so that she could use the bathroom.   She groaned again upon looking in the mirror, realizing that she had not only slept in her clothes from the previous night, but also her makeup.  
    Unable to stand it, Anna climbed into the shower until the hot water ran out—which wasn’t long, seeing as how their water heater had been declining for years now—but it was wonderful while it lasted.  
    “There you are, ”   Alice greeted her when she finally entered the kitchen.   “And just how are you feeling, sweet Anna Marie?”
    “Your voice is entirely too high pitched, Alice Maloy .”   Anna glared at her sister.
    “Aw, dear sister.”   Alice placed a paper cup in front of her.   “I bought you coffee.”
    “That doesn’t change the tone of your voice one bit, ”   Anna told her, taking the lid off the cup and taking a hesitant sip.   It was