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Title: Rash Decisions
Author: Alex Rosa
Genre: Contemporary romance
About Rash Decisions:Julia Ferris had it all. A loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you wanted … ever?” Julia’s life has always been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to finally live life for herself, and it all starts with a pair of shoes. Now it becomes her only guide. From new jobs, to new boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least admit one thing now: It’s all exactly what she wants … kind of.
Rash Decisions by Alex Rosa
I can't seem to figure out if the fresh flush to my skin is because I’m so mad, or because I never considered the fact that Troy’s right. It wasn’t fucking. Even in my drunken stupor I know that every gentle caress and every patient touch was more than a one-night stand. I felt it, and I hate that it’s taken this moment, right now, to realize it.
I decide to follow through with the only thing I’m good at. Sarcasm. Don’t fail me now.
“Is this supposed to make me like you, because I’m confused?”
He grunts. “Break it off with Noah, Jules.”
“No. I know this might kill your ego, but I want Noah, and not you.” I gulp down the last few words, and it feels like I’m swallowing sand as they drag slowly down my esophagus and plummet into my stomach, bungee-ing back with a heavy helping of that guilt I’ve become so acquainted with.
Troy’s’s so close now. He leans into me, placing his hand against the wall on either side of my face. Our bodies don’t touch, but I can feel him around me like a summer breeze on the beach. He smells crisply of spice and the ocean, and if I were able to close my eyes I can maybe picture myself back in Californ—
“—You know how I know it isn’t a good idea?”
“Can I tell you stop if I wanted to?”
His voice gets mischievously low as he leans in closer and I forget how to breathe. “Noah doesn’t have any idea that you like to be kissed here.” Boldly he presses the fingertips of his right hand to my hipbone, quickly lifting his touch as if not cross the boundary any further than he already has. “And he has no idea that you shiver every time you’re kissed here.” He lifts the same hand and lightly feathers the spot behind my ear, and I have to do everything in my power to repress goose bumps.
I want to tell him he isn’t playing fair, but my mouth filter has abandoned me.
“How do you know Noah doesn’t know all of those things?”
Troy’s wicked, knowing smile causes my insides to pool between my legs. I want to hate him so bad.
“Because you haven’t slept with Noah. He told me at lunch today. He said that you told him you wanted to take things slow, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, Jules, it’s that you don’t do things slow.”
“You can’t go toying with Noah prying for personal information, when you’re the one who slept with his girlfriend.”
He scoffs this time, but still traps me. I don’t fight it, and he doesn’t budge.
“Do you think I actually wanted to hear about your relationship? He’s so ga-ga over you he wouldn’t shut up. That’s just the part of the story I found the most interesting. You see, I felt like shit, Jules. Don’t get me wrong. My guilt kills me as much as it does you, okay? Just make the right choice for the both of you before someone gets hurt.”
“I want to try things out with Noah. Do you hear me Troy? I don’t understand what we’re talking about. Is this all because you don’t want me with Noah, or is this because you just want me?”
He stiffens. Even the air around us becomes thick.
“Both. He’s not the charming, innocent you make him out be, either. This is what I’m talking about. You barely know each other, and the signs are all there that it isn’t working.”
“He isn’t innocent? Why the hell would you say that to me?”
“Because it’s the truth. Everyone likes to peg Noah like the hero. He isn’t. He’s done the same shitty things that we’ve all done. Just because he recues kittens from trees, and helps old ladies cross the road doesn’t make him a saint.”
“Why do you hate him so much?”
“I don’t hate him. We just have our issues, that’s all. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s important to me.”
“Then why do this? What am I supposed to do? Dump Noah, and then jump into your arms and think he wouldn’t be bothered by it? That’s not how this is going to go.”
“If I can stomach the pain he’s put me through then he can survive a few dates and your doe eyes.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t come in here, barge into my apartment, and say things like that!”
“It’s up to Noah to tell you about himself, not me.”
I slump, and make the disastrous mistake of leaning my forehead against his chest, my arms slack at my sides trying figure out how I feel. I need space.
“I think you should leave.”
About Alex Rosa:
Alex Rosa lives in San Diego, California. When she isn't scouring city parks or cafe's to write she is more than likely trying to convince her friends to join her on her next adventure. A sufferer of wanderlust, she is always looking for a new mountain to climb, a canyon to hike, or a plane to board. Her resume consists of coroner, to working at a zoo, and most recently as an executive assistant, but finds her home amongst words, whether it be in books, or in film. Her obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that's just the way she likes it.