Dex is many things, a college senior, the bassist for The Invisibles, a son, a friend, everything but a boyfriend. Everybody knows him as the shallow guy whoâs up for a good time anytime. People rarely take the time to see the loyal guy lying just beneath the happy-go-lucky faÃ§ade.
There are parts of Dexâs life he keeps hidden. Ones he believes no one would understand. Since he gave up on the idea of a dream girl long ago, he thinks heâs finally found the perfect balance of connection without commitment with Sam.
Chrissy used to know everything about Dex. When he left four years ago for college, she was left behind. Four years later, with nowhere else to turn, Chrissy calls the one person sheâs always counted on, Dex. One glance at the sad eyes heâs tried to forget and Dex knows itâs out of his control.
With Chrissy's return, lines begin to cross from friendship to something more, but will Dex's secret force them apart forever?
(Can't Let Go is the fourth novel in the Invisibles Series)
Already regretting my decision to call Dex in the first place, I keep my distance for the remainder of the night, allowing him to have fun with his friends. He doesnât engage me very much, only telling me even more that he wishes I wouldnât have invaded his perfect life. By the time we go to bed, we venture into the room that is reserved for the two of us. I guess when you come with so many couples, it negates the whole guys in this room, girls in the other equation.
I escape into the bathroom and change my clothes. By the time I return, Dex is already in his pajama pants, digging in his bag. He drops his phone and bends down to retrieve it. As he steadily stands back up, his eyes roam up my body and a warm current in my blood swirls, following the path of his eyes. He bites his bottom lip and takes a deep breath. âIâll be back,â he says with a husky voice.
Once he rushes out, I climb under the covers to disengage any sexual urges neither one of us will entertain tonight. In this moment, I wish I could be one of those girls. The ones who could sleep with Dex only to feel the comforting arms of a man, but itâs the fear of after that keeps my hands pinned around my body. The fear that he would sleep with me out of pity, or worse, that he would only do it for his own pleasure and release.
He opens the door, and his blue eyes focus on the television and anywhere but at me. âIâll sleep on the floor,â he murmurs, never casting a glance my way.
âDonât be silly. Weâve done this before.â I flip to my side.
âWhen we were fourteen, Chris.â He grabs the pillow.
âReally, Dex. I trust you,â I tell him, facing him head on, and oh my lord, his muscles are everywhere. Heâs always been built, but holy mackerole, heâs insanely big now.
He looks at me long and hard for a few seconds and then pulls back the covers. As heâs sliding under the crisp white linen sheets, the mattress dips next to me. I turn around so my back faces his. We both reach over and turn off the lights on our respective sides. The funny thing is if someone walked in right now, theyâd think we were two elderly people, who have been married for years, instead of hot-blooded early twenty-somethingâs.
Minutes of silence fill the room, and even with me shutting my eyes, visualizing what I imagine the beach must feel like, sleep wonât come. Dexâs close proximity has my body hyperaware of his breathing and his body. âDo you want to tell me?â he whispers.
âIâm okay. Like I said, I just needed a break. Thank you for bringing me. I hope I wasnât too much of an inconvenience for you,â I lie, and a huge breath releases from him.
âYouâre never an inconvenience to me. If you donât tell me, I canât help you,â he adds, and I roll over, although, he keeps his back to me.
âNothing. Like I said I needed a breather.â If I admit to Dex the real reason, heâll try to fix it and save me like normal. Being here with his friends and the people that care about him, he deserves normality and thatâs not in my lifeâs course.
My hands itch to touch the grooves and contours of the muscles that spread across his back, displaying how hard he works out at the gym every day. âJust wanted to feel normal. So, thank you again.â The lies just continue to flow. He doesnât need my drama in his life. He has his together, why should my fucked-up past screw with it?
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isnât reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.
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PURCHASE LINKS FOR THE INVISIBLES SERIES:
Donât Let Go (Book #1)
Let Me In (Book #2)
Let Me Love (Book #3)
Can't Let Go (Book #4)
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