Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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VANESSA

Smoke. Leather. Juniper. Spice.

Callum’s signature scent barely lingers on this t-shirt anymore, but if I pull the collar up over my nose and breathe in deep, I can still smell it.

And yeah, I’m that pathetic girl right now lying in bed wearing my ex-boyfriend’s shirt. I wish I could say this is the first time, but that’d be a lie. I threw this t-shirt on to leave his place once, and when I rediscovered it lying in a crumpled heap under my bed a week after he left, I clung to this damn shirt like a lifeline. I’d put it on to drown myself in the illusion that he was with me; that he never left.

Flipping through Callum’s sketchbook has become like a compulsion over the past few days since he gave it to me, and as I paged through it again today, I put on his shirt to feel closer to him. My emotions have been all over the place since that day at the cabin. Seeing him was hard enough, but these drawings… they’re all done with such detail, such care. In handing over the sketchbook, it’s like he bared his soul to me through his art, and now I’m so confused that I have no idea which way is up anymore.

If he cared this much, why’d he leave? It was easier to think that he was just a jerk that didn’t care, but his obsessive illustrations of me don’t fit that narrative. There’s something else to it, something that I’m missing. That missing piece is driving me crazy.

My nose is still buried in the collar of his t- shirt when Vienna knocks on my door,

pushing it open before I can respond. I quickly yank the shirt down, blushing furiously in embarrassment as I flip the sketchbook closed in my lap.

“Miles just stopped by again,” Vee groans, entering my room and padding over to the bed on bare feet. “Don’t worry, I sent him away.” She flops down beside me, eyeing my attire with suspicion and pursing her lips. ”

You’re not really into Miles though, are you?”

Heat crawls up my neck as I lift the sketchbook from my lap, leaning over to slide it onto the nightstand. “What makes you say that?” I ask, feigning nonchalance.

Vienna gives me a deadpan look, her eyes flicking down to the shirt I’m wearing, then back up to meet mine. “You should really wash that thing,” she grumbles, wrinkling her nose.

I roll my eyes and give her a playful shove. I should’ve known she’d notice the shirt right away. She’s seen me in it enough times.

“You wanna talk about it?” Vee asks, stretching her legs out on my bed and leaning back against the headboard.

I blow out a steadying breath. “I don’t know. My mind’s a mess right now.”

Vienna beckons me with a flick of her head, patting her lap. It’s a familiar gesture, and I twist around on the bed to lean back, lying down and resting my head in her lap. She strokes her fingers through my hair softly. Up until recently, our roles were usually reversed in this position. Vee’s life wasn’t easy, and I was always there to comfort her, but lately, she’s been the one to comfort me.

“I know I kinda pushed you toward Miles,” Vee murmurs, her fingertips gliding through my tresses. “I honestly thought that dating someone else would help you get over him. Maybe part of that was selfish, because I was so furious about the way Cal treated you that I wanted you to stick it to him by moving on. But now that he’s back, I think it’s pretty clear that wasn’t the answer.” She looks down at me, her soft brown eyes meeting mine. “It was like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound.”

her fingers through my hair soothingly. “So what’s

grits out, “but it doesn’t

my lower lip.

whisper. Her hand in my hair stills, and I look up at Vienna

cutting me off. “No, it isn’t. He

maybe

never felt so alive. He painted my world in vivid color, as if I was seeing it for the

thought it was,” I mumble.

brow. “How

feel private, like they should stay between Callum and I, but Vee won’t understand unless she sees them with her own eyes. I twist around, pulling my legs up underneath me and handing the book

she asks, glancing down at it warily.

me,” I reply

eyes land on the first drawing. She flicks her gaze to me, then back to the

“I know.”

happens to be a very detailed sketch of me nude from the waist up. She lifts the book, turning it

sketchbook out of

let me pose for him so I

snort, shaking my head. “I think Chase would probably cut his balls off if you posed

pulls at her

and whack her on the arm with the sketchbook, twisting at the waist to return

that mean?” Vee asks, nodding toward

missed me, too? Is that too

cheeks burn

but

like an idiot for asking. Instead, her eyes round in understanding and she says,

on the bed with a heavy sigh, my head hitting the pillow.

an arm over my face to shield my eyes,

her, she’s lying on her side with her hands tucked beneath her head. “Let me ask you this,” she breathes, and I roll to

” I still

he can’t tell me why? How could

pondering as the question hangs heavily between us. She’s got a funny look on her face that I can’t quite decipher. She darts her gaze away, and after a beat, she looks at me again,

told me something,”