Read Chasing Rhodes (Rock Falls #1) for Free Online Page B

another movie reference. Oops. It’s a good thing his body is pressing mine against the truck, because my knees are literally getting weak. This slow love is so different from the demanding one at the bar. He breaks our kiss, resting his forehead on mine, and I wrap my arms around his waist. I’m not sure how long we stand like that for but it feels incredibly peaceful. A while later he pulls away, lacing his fingers through mine and leads me into the house.
    He settles me onto the large sectional couch in the living room and goes to get me a glass of water. “Do you like City and Colour?” he asks.
    I nod my head. I’ve heard of the Canadian band before but don’t know the songs very well. He attaches his iPhone to the stereo system and soon soft melodies are floating through the air. It’s raw, angst ridden, and beautiful. He sits down beside me and he pulls me into his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder as he starts to strum his fingers on my bare knee to the music. It seems like a habit he’s not even sure he’s doing, and it’s adorable. I get that flutter in my heart again as I soak up his simple embrace.
    “Do you like it?”
    “It’s beautiful,” I answer honestly, sitting up to look him in the eye. “Do you play?”
    “A little,” he says, running his hand up and down my back. “I love music.”
    “Hmm,” I murmur absentmindedly.
    “I want to know you, Hannah. Tell me something.” He kisses my forehead and I smile. This side of him is entirely too cute.
    “What do you want to know?” I ask.
    “Everything. Tell me five things about yourself most people wouldn’t know.”
    I smile nervously under his stare, but I feel compelled to answer him honestly. “I love terrible shark movies. You know, the kind that are completely unrealistic and ridiculous? Well, I love them. I hate tomatoes. I get way too attached to fictional characters so I avoid sad movies and books like the plague. I’m scared of being home alone, and I don’t drink coffee. You go.”
    “I haven’t cried since I was twelve. I wear long johns almost all year round. I’m ridiculously good at math. I’m shy, and I missed you this week.”
    “You wear long johns all year round? Even in the summer? Don’t you get hot?” I ask him. I’m one hundred percent curious now, and I’m also avoiding his statement about missing me.
    He laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound. “I do, but for some reason, I wear them anyway. Did you miss me?”
    “That is just insanity. I don’t know how you do it. I get hot even in a dress during the summers here.” I give him my best shocked face and he smiles, waiting for me to answer his question.
    We sit in silence for a while because I’m not sure what to say. This apparently happens a lot to me around this gorgeous man. He literally stuns me into stupidity. I’m too embarrassed to say that I missed him because I don’t even know him. The first twelve hours I knew him, I didn’t even know his name. It’s absurd to miss someone you just met. Isn’t it?
    “I don’t even know you, Greyson,” I say softly.
    “I’m going to do my best to change that, sweetheart.” He gives me a soft, slow kiss on my lips. “What’s your biggest fear, Hannah?”
    The question is a hard one, and it catches me off guard. I think about it for a moment before I’m instantly sure of my answer. “That, if the time comes for me to change my life, I won’t be brave enough to do it. Yours?”
    His expression darkens, but he answers quickly. “That I will end up like my father.”
    I want to ask him what he means by that, but I don’t want to push. Instead, I reach up, placing my palms on either side of his face, and kiss him. His tongue licks the seam of my lips and I part them willingly. Our kiss quickly goes from slow and passionate to eager and restless. I move to straddle him on the couch, my dress riding up my thighs as his hands grab on to my ass. I don’t know how it’s possible to want him again