When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(11)

The whole rule started after losing my virginity to Shelly Winter freshman year. She was wearing her shirt the entire time. It made the whole act feel impersonal, almost like a business transaction without the dirty exchange of money. I prefer it that way with no emotion or expectations. Since that first time I’ve always insisted that they kept their tops on, all of them. No one’s escaped the rule. No one ever will either.

“Do you want to do this or argue about what clothing you’ll be wearing when I’m inside you?” I raise a challenging eyebrow at her knowing damn well what her answer will be. It’s the same every time.

“Fuck it.” Amanda finishes sliding her hands into her shirt leaving it bunched up right below her perfectly round tits. They are perfect size to fill my hands. She jumps into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist before I lay her down on the bed.

Let’s get one thing straight. Amanda’s not my girlfriend and she probably never will be. Unfortunately for me, I don’t think she knows that. She’s a nice person to waste some time with. She’s easy going, but at times she does get a bit “girlfriendy”. The girl has this impeccable body that can do some pretty amazing things. I can ignore the hand holding and other public displays of affection if she continues to do the things to me that she’s doing right now. All I’m saying is that the girl could ride a cock like a bull, fast and fierce.

I slide out of her once I am finished not caring if she gets off, grabbing for my jeans from the bedroom floor. I throw the condom into the trash can. She lets out a sigh and I know what that means in “girl world”. She wants to cuddle or talk or some other girly shit that guys only do to guarantee a second ride. That isn’t going to happen, not a chance in hell.

“You’re running off, aren’t you?” Amanda looks up from where she’s lying on the bed looking well fucked and angry for my willingness to bail on her afterwards. By now, she should know the routine.

“Yep,” I deadpan pulling my jeans up buttoning the top button before pulling the zipper up.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Jesus,” I whisper under my breath. “I already told you that I have things going on. I really have to go. Have Becky give you a ride home tonight or don’t. I really don’t care.”

Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, I walk out to my car and put the keys in the ignition. I hadn’t noticed until now how drunk I actually am. My house is just a few miles down the road. I’ve made this drive a hundred times. I can do it in my sleep. Nothing is stopping me from putting my car into drive and making my way back down one of several dirt roads that lead to my house. It’s all second nature to me.

With all four of my windows rolled down in attempt to let the cool air sober me up, I reach over to grab my iPod from my glove compartment. I drop it to the floor by accident.

“Dammit,” I say out loud. It is just a fingertip away. I lean down taking my eyes off the road for what could have only been a half a second. I feel the car jolt against something hard. A loud thump hits the top of the car then rolls off the back of the hood. I sit up quickly feeling completely sober in a matter of seconds.

I hit a deer. Jesus, that scared the shit out of me. I don’t really know what to do. I pull over to the side of the road swinging the driver’s side door open and step out looking for the deer, but there isn’t one.

I see the long brown hair first. Something is familiar about the softness of it. It is sticking out of a sweatshirt covering the face of who I just hit making it impossible to be absolutely sure if what I thought was the truth.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” I whisper out in between short breaths. I feel numb as if what is happening is actually happening to someone else and I am just an innocent bystander. Things like this don’t happen to people like me. It’s not supposed to happen at all.

I walk over to her to make sure she’s still alive. My only thoughts are on my future. About how badly I have fucked up and there is no going back on this. I step in close enough to get a better look at who it is laying in the middle of the rode. I already know deep down who is laying in the middle of the road. I stop dead in my tracks. Her beautiful wavy brown hair is spread out around her face. Her eyes are shut. I can still imagine the blue clearness of them.

“Kennedy,” I say falling to my knees beside her. I think I am going to get sick as I look at the huge gash across her hairline. A trickle of blood is making its way to her eyebrow. There are bruises forming underneath her flawless ivory skin from the impact of the car.

What did I do?

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.





Chapter Seven



-Kennedy-



My head is in a major fog. For a split second, a single second, I almost forget what had happened. My mind clears shortly after coming to conscious and everything plays back to me like a movie. I know I was hit by a car. That much is obvious by the engine running somewhere nearby. There is a pain rushing through my body. I think I am dying. It feels like I could be dying. I try to sit up, but a hand reaches out touching my shoulder pleading me not to move. I open my eyes and there he is kneeling beside me.

“Graham…what,” I try to speak. My voice is barely audible. He interrupts my silence gently brushing my hair away from my face. It is the gentlest of touches.