Title: Unfolding Desires (Undone #3)
Author: Kristy Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2015
I’d been hurt. But then again, what girl hasn’t?
I wouldn’t let myself fall again.
I was smarter than that.
Used them before they used me—live the way I wanted.
No man was worth a broken heart.
David seemed the perfect match for me.
He scared me and thrilled me.
Tested me and saved me.
But bad habits were hard to break.
Love wasn’t worth the fall.
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Roxie stormed into my life, demanded my attention.
She’d built thick walls around her heart.
I needed to demolish them and claim her.
She fought me at every turn—refused to be tamed.
I wanted her to be mine.
The course of my life changed.
I made selfish decisions.
Lost my way.
I couldn’t hold onto her.
My mistakes haunted me.
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I pulled up outside of my boyfriend’s house . . . No, he was my fiancé now. I pulled up outside my fiancé’s house and looked down at the ring on my left ring finger. It was a simple yet beautiful engagement ring, but it was fitting. Our love was a simple.
Robert and I had been dating for three years, but we’d been best friends since fifth grade. He moved to our town and we just clicked. Immediately. It didn’t become romantic until the summer before our junior year of high school. He kissed me and asked me if I’d go out with him. It was so sweet and unexpected. I’d dated some, mostly casual dates, but Robert never dated. Anyone.
Maybe he’d always been waiting for me.
We were even more inseparable after that. He was my support system when my sister, Cassie, was banished from our family. He helped me sneak out of my house when things were really bad and my dad’s temper flared.
He was always there.
He was my constant.
And now he would be my husband.
Normally, Robert was super cautious; he had a one-year plan all the way through a ten-year plan. He was attending college up in Maryland, yet he came home every other weekend to see me. I assumed if marriage was in our future, an engagement would happen nearer to when we were both done with school.
I was still deciding what to do with my life and taking classes locally until I figured it out. My parents weren’t happy that I was in my second year of school and still going to community college. But I had no idea what I wanted.
Other than getting out of my house. That was what I wanted more than anything.
When he knelt down and proposed to me on the dock, surrounded by pink rose petals, I thought I’d melt. I wasn’t normally the type of girl who liked romantic gestures, but romance was in Robert’s bones. He was always surprising me with flowers or chocolates. He even surprised me by taking me shopping. Most boys didn’t like shopping, but not Robert. He was as into it as I was. I loved him so much. Sometimes, though, it felt as though our love was comfortable . . . simple . . . not vivid. But then I thought of how much I loved him, how he’d always been there for me, how he picked me up after my sister left. That’d be enough.
I climbed out of the car and shut the door. I walked toward his sidewalk and paused for a second. There was a bright red hatchback in his driveway. His parents were out of town this weekend, so it wouldn’t be one of their friends. I shook off my curiosity and hurried toward the door. My parents were thrilled about our engagement and wanted to go to dinner tonight to celebrate.
Okay, my mom was excited and wanted to go to dinner. I hadn’t heard from my dad, which wasn’t unusual. I had tried to get in touch with Robert for the past couple of hours and he didn’t answer, so I decided to stop over after I was ready. I wore my red dress, which was his favorite on me. I had on black heels that made me just a little taller than him, but he didn’t mind.
I opened the front door. I’d been coming here for most of my life and Robert’s parents considered me family. I’d been just walking in forever.
“Robert?” I called, peeking my head around the door. “You here?”
I heard a deep, masculine grunt. My heart pounded, wondering what was going on. I stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind me. A balled up shirt on the floor caught my eye. My brows furrowed as I walked over and picked up the baby blue polo—the one Robert wore earlier when he proposed. Another article of clothing at the entrance to the hallway caught my eye. A pair of jeans, faded with rips in them.
Definitely not Robert’s. He’d never wear something so trashed.
I picked those jeans up and clutched the two articles of clothing to my chest as if they were a shield.
I had a feeling I’d need it.
As I picked my way down the clothing-littered hallway, I heard a rhythmic creaking. My hands shook and my heart pounded in my throat.
What the fuck was going on?
Robert’s door was cracked open and the noises were definitely coming from there. My stomach turned and rolled and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to discover what was behind that door.
At the same time, I couldn’t stop my feet from propelling me forward, craning my neck to peer through the small opening, clothes still pressed to my heart.
How was it that my heart was already breaking?
“Fuck,” Robert moaned. The word grated me. Robert never swore, at least not with me. He didn’t like it. He thought it was crass. A painful lump formed in my throat.
Whatever was behind this door . . . it was going to change everything. I already felt my life collapsing around me, turning upside down. My stomach was in knots and I felt as though I was about to be sick.
I reached forward, nudging the door open inch by inch. The scene in front of me unfolded slowly.
I couldn’t stop the sob from exploding up my throat.
The thrusting and moving limbs in front of me stopped. Cold. Robert cursed under his breath and scrambled.
About The Author
From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Professional Writing. When she’s not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.
She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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