The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 4

I broke the kiss to let out a airy gasp.

Tomas moved his lips and began to sprout delicate, small kisses down my neck.

My hands slipped into his shaggy hair before I yanked it as he began to kiss the sensitive part.

Tomas' hands fell to my waist and squeezed as his kisses lowered.

A gasp was about to escape my lips until a large slam sounded around us.

I snapped out of my trance quickly and pushed Tomas away from me, putting more space between us than there original was when we first got out here.

Tomas and I turned towards the open garage where the noise came from to see Parker.

A crushed soda box was destroyed across the garage, spilt soda from the box was all over the wall. Soda dropped from Parker's balled fists.

His dark brown eyes narrowed into crinkled slits, his jaw was clenched shut. The veins in his neck throbbed violently.

I was finally able to put two and two together. He saw what Tomas and I were doing and grabbed a soda box, throwing across the garage, destroying it and spilling it all over the floor.

The funny thing about all of this is that Parker didn't ever spare a look at Tomas, all he could do was glare at me. His eyes flashing with many different emotions, that somehow I still couldn't read.

Parker glared at me for a couple seconds before scoffing and storming back inside the house using the garage door.

Tomas' head turned to me, a look of confusion on his handsome face. "Is he always like that?"

I look at him for while before turning my attention towards the large, dripping soda stain on back wall of my garage.

I'd decided that Tomas asked to wrong question that day.

That question should have been was:

Why was he so mad?

Emily Rose

Parker never brought up what happened at my parents' house during spring break to anyone- not even me. And for that I'm thankful.

Getting caught by your best friend making out in your parents' driveway is not what you want to worry about twenty-four seven. And plus, it makes it more comfortable for me to text Tomas and not feel guilty for it.

The past is in the past as many would like to say and I think Parker agrees too.

Speaking of Parker...

"Hey Park, you good?" I shouted as I stuck my head outside the bathroom door.

Last week, Parker and I graduated from college.

After graduation, when our parents had brought us home, they asked us what were we going to do with our degrees. I don't know what Parker told his but I told my parents that I had an internship for a wedding planning shop downtown.

I think I want to go into wedding planning.

Cameron groaned and turned around. She looked at me and grimaced. "Shit, what the fuck is on her body."

Parker nodded. "I know right, I said the same thing."

"Dear God, did she pick up at a landfill or something."

"Yeah, I need you to fix her. We're going to a party and she is not going out looking like that."

"Guys, I'm standing right here!" I shouted over their insulting voices.

"Oh hun, we're not trying to be mean," Cameron said slipping out of her chair and over to me. "But your outfit is atrocious."

I sigh. These guys have no filter.

Cameron looked up at Parker, "I'll deal with her."

He nodded, "thanks Cam."

That's when Parker walked out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving me in the hands of his sister.

I couldn't breathe.

I was wearing a red asymmetric, bodycon, above the knee dress that stuck on me like a second skin. To go with the dress, Cameron put me in black platform heels.