first
ink.
Corbin was tall, but not too tall at five foot eight. His
eyes were light brown with tiny flecks of gold and green in them, and his skin
was light cocoa. He had two full sleeve tattoos and others all over his body,
some he did himself. The guy was amazing with a tattoo machine. I couldn’t
argue that even if I wished I could forget him.
Corbin came on strong and romantic in the beginning, and I
fell like I’ve never fallen.
He was charming too, almost in an old fashioned way where he
made a show of getting the door or putting an arm around me. Somehow he knew
all the things I liked, and he’d play with my hair and touch my side when he
walked by me.
I still don’t understand it. He wasn’t that good
looking. And now I know he wasn’t even that great of a kisser. Thinking back,
though, I loved everything about him at the time. Just being around him made
everything feel okay. The world slowed down and I could breathe. He was like my
center.
But about six weeks into it he said he didn’t want to commit
to one person. It didn’t change things, though, not at first. We still hung out
and had fun, but then he dropped off the radar for two weeks. The next time, it
was a month. Every time I thought I could move on and get over him, he came
around.
I loved and fucking hated him all at the same time. Maybe
that’s what kept me so addicted, how he popped in and out of my life, making me
chase him.
So now I’d spent more than five minutes starting a text and
deleting it again. How did he do this to me? My anger sparked and grew, and
suddenly my head felt so hot that I couldn’t breathe. The floor felt like it
was tilting.
What the hell?
This couldn’t be just from the text. The feeling lifted and I
stumbled toward the exit, but then it got worse as I left the building. People
pushed by me while I tried to orientate myself.
“Jazz?” A male voice said my name right next to me. Only a
few people use that version of my name, but I didn’t recognize the voice. I
reached a hand out and got shocked. Literally. I got zapped when my hand
touched a wool sweater. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head and peeked over, too woozy to really look at
him. The wool sweater was a dark green. His faint cologne drifted to me,
smelling slightly familiar, a very subtle mix of something exciting and spicy,
but light at the same time.
Before I could place the cologne, I felt his arm come around
my back and I let him lead me off to the side of the building where I could
lean against the wall. That helped. I hadn’t realized how badly everything was
spinning.
I stood sideways, the wall holding me up and whoever helped
me standing in front of me waiting for some kind of answer.
“Thanks. Yes, I’m fine. I just felt odd for a moment.” I
still did, actually, so I kept my eyes closed and rubbed my forehead with the
palm on my hand.
“Odd?” he asked, and when he kept talking it sounded like he
was talking to himself. “I felt some kind of odd sensation a second ago too, like
I wasn’t here. I mean… never mind. You texted about Avery’s homework. That’s
why I came up to you, but are you okay?”
Memory clicked then. The dizziness lifted like a fog when
the morning sun hits it.
“Nash. Hi…” I looked up at Nash Phillips—way up since he’s
around six foot and I’m a short Japanese girl. He leaned toward me,
protectively I thought, but I pushed that idea away. He hardly knew me. Still,
he watched me with troubled eyes like he was worried about me.
Tall, handsome, quiet Nash. The man with the beautiful olive
skin and dark brown eyes that hint at green. I thought Avery was so lucky when
they got together, but then that whole thing fell apart in a bloody mess.
He’s book smart and nerdy from what I’ve heard about him,
but still really hot.
“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, searching my face, and
probably wondering why I was gawking up at him.
“Uh, no. I’m fine.” I looked down,
ink.
Corbin was tall, but not too tall at five foot eight. His
eyes were light brown with tiny flecks of gold and green in them, and his skin
was light cocoa. He had two full sleeve tattoos and others all over his body,
some he did himself. The guy was amazing with a tattoo machine. I couldn’t
argue that even if I wished I could forget him.
Corbin came on strong and romantic in the beginning, and I
fell like I’ve never fallen.
He was charming too, almost in an old fashioned way where he
made a show of getting the door or putting an arm around me. Somehow he knew
all the things I liked, and he’d play with my hair and touch my side when he
walked by me.
I still don’t understand it. He wasn’t that good
looking. And now I know he wasn’t even that great of a kisser. Thinking back,
though, I loved everything about him at the time. Just being around him made
everything feel okay. The world slowed down and I could breathe. He was like my
center.
But about six weeks into it he said he didn’t want to commit
to one person. It didn’t change things, though, not at first. We still hung out
and had fun, but then he dropped off the radar for two weeks. The next time, it
was a month. Every time I thought I could move on and get over him, he came
around.
I loved and fucking hated him all at the same time. Maybe
that’s what kept me so addicted, how he popped in and out of my life, making me
chase him.
So now I’d spent more than five minutes starting a text and
deleting it again. How did he do this to me? My anger sparked and grew, and
suddenly my head felt so hot that I couldn’t breathe. The floor felt like it
was tilting.
What the hell?
This couldn’t be just from the text. The feeling lifted and I
stumbled toward the exit, but then it got worse as I left the building. People
pushed by me while I tried to orientate myself.
“Jazz?” A male voice said my name right next to me. Only a
few people use that version of my name, but I didn’t recognize the voice. I
reached a hand out and got shocked. Literally. I got zapped when my hand
touched a wool sweater. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head and peeked over, too woozy to really look at
him. The wool sweater was a dark green. His faint cologne drifted to me,
smelling slightly familiar, a very subtle mix of something exciting and spicy,
but light at the same time.
Before I could place the cologne, I felt his arm come around
my back and I let him lead me off to the side of the building where I could
lean against the wall. That helped. I hadn’t realized how badly everything was
spinning.
I stood sideways, the wall holding me up and whoever helped
me standing in front of me waiting for some kind of answer.
“Thanks. Yes, I’m fine. I just felt odd for a moment.” I
still did, actually, so I kept my eyes closed and rubbed my forehead with the
palm on my hand.
“Odd?” he asked, and when he kept talking it sounded like he
was talking to himself. “I felt some kind of odd sensation a second ago too, like
I wasn’t here. I mean… never mind. You texted about Avery’s homework. That’s
why I came up to you, but are you okay?”
Memory clicked then. The dizziness lifted like a fog when
the morning sun hits it.
“Nash. Hi…” I looked up at Nash Phillips—way up since he’s
around six foot and I’m a short Japanese girl. He leaned toward me,
protectively I thought, but I pushed that idea away. He hardly knew me. Still,
he watched me with troubled eyes like he was worried about me.
Tall, handsome, quiet Nash. The man with the beautiful olive
skin and dark brown eyes that hint at green. I thought Avery was so lucky when
they got together, but then that whole thing fell apart in a bloody mess.
He’s book smart and nerdy from what I’ve heard about him,
but still really hot.
“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, searching my face, and
probably wondering why I was gawking up at him.
“Uh, no. I’m fine.” I looked down,
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