Page 2 of All My Broken Pieces

Her head ducks and she peers up at me through her lashes, making my heart stutter within my chest. “Fallon.” She whispers.

Fallon.

I heard Ava say it, but the name on the lips of this creature, in her melodic voice, captivates me. I’m spellbound as I take the last few steps to close the distance between us. “Fallon?” I repeat, loving the way the name feels in my mouth. She nods again, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders swims around her with the movement. “Hmm, I like that. I like ita lot.” I murmur, brushing up against Ava as I come to a halt.

Running my gaze down her body again, I slowly rake my eyes back up before meeting hers. “Want me to walk you out? Not safe for a beauty such as yourself to travel alone at night.” I wink at her, the corner of my lips curving up into a smirk. Fallon’s face flames at the attention.

Darting her eyes to the other woman, who still hasn’t gotten the hint, she looks back at me and inclines her head. “Yes.” My breath catches at the word. Never before have three letters meant so much to me. “I’d like that very much, thank you.”

My smile is blinding as I gesture to the elevator. “After you.” I half bow, earning a soft giggle that I make my new life mission to hear as often as possible.

We climb into the elevator and I press the button to bring us down to the lobby. Fallon is back to fiddling with her clothes, trying to avoid any conversation. I allow her the silence as I take the opportunity to study her more.

Even under the baggy clothing, I can see her breasts pushing out against the fabric, her slim figure has small curves at her hips where the jacket falls. Her dainty feet are shoved into a pair of ballet flats and she has several rings on her fingers. Her pale skin shows the lack of exposure to the sun, a direct contrast to my own mocha complexion.

The doors ding open again, disrupting my inspection. I gesture for her to go first, following closely behind and enjoying the sway of her hips. My mouth waters as I imagine diving between her legs.

I bet she tastes just as sweet as she seems.

We make our way out to the parking lot and toward the bus stop. It would appear we are both city transportation bitches. As we climb onto the bus, I make a mental note to learn how to drive so I can treat this woman as the passenger princess she deserves to be.

The bus ride is full of awkward tension. I have to fight against the desire to claim her on the bus full of passengers, certain the fellow patrons wouldn’t enjoy the show. Or they’d enjoy ittoomuch.

When my stop approaches, I stand from the seat and lean over Fallon. Brushing my fingers down her face, I peer into her eyes, relishing in the pink blooms forming on her cheeks. “Till next time,mi vida.” She gasps at the endearment and I smirk. Pulling back, I walk down the narrow aisle and exit.

Turns out there’s something else that can give me this feeling. A beautiful little creature who has no idea what she just stumbled into.

Chapter 1

Fallon

Present day

Ohmygod she’s gorgeous.

I can feel tears pricking behind my eyes as I watch my best friend walk down the aisle. The long fluffy dress accentuates her beautiful curves. Curves I wouldkillto have. The bodice of her dress dips low between her full breasts, forming a sweetheart neckline. Her long auburn, perfectly curled hair drapes over her bare shoulders.

I bite my lip as I study her.

The first time I laid my eyes on Ava, my heart stopped. She was equal parts beautiful and…awkward. Just like me.

My lips twitch at the memory of our first encounter and the ball of nerves I was. I almost didn’t acknowledge her existence again after that, too embarrassed by my wholething. But I’m so fucking glad I did it anyway.

My eyes drift over the crowd watching my best friend’s descent down the aisle. I scan over the faces until I find the one I’m looking for. Until I findher.

Arriana is already watching me, her gaze running hungrily down my body. My eyes widen when they meet hers, bringing a smirk to her face as she slowly licks her lips.

Fuck me.

I fiddle with my glasses, needing something to distract me from the heat blooming low in my pelvis.

Even though it’s been two years since we met, I still get butterflies every time she looks at me likethat.Like she wants to eat me up. My very own big bad wolf.

A shy smile covers my face at the thought, straining as my cheeks bloom. A mental image of just how my wolf likes to eat flashes into my mind.

So not the time.

I mentally shake myself and return my attention to Ava. Before I can look away, I catch Arriana throw me a wink, as if she can read exactly where my mind is at. I shudder and quickly turn my head away.

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