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  Two Hearts

  Embrace

  Melissa Toppen

  Copyright © 2014 Melissa Toppen

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events

  are entirely coincidental.

  Embrace

  The Two Hearts Series Book Two

  Written by Melissa Toppen

  Table of CONTENTS

  Chapter one

  chapter two

  chapter three

  chapter four

  chapter five

  chapter six

  chapter seven

  chapter eight

  chapter nine

  chapter ten

  chapter eleven

  chapter twelve

  chapter thirteen

  chapter fourteen

  chapter fifteen

  chapter sixteen

  chapter seventeen

  chapter eighteen

  chapter nineteen

  chapter twenty

  chapter twenty-one

  chapter twenty-two

  chapter twenty-three

  chapter twenty-four

  chapter twenty-five

  chapter twenty-six

  chapter twenty-seven

  Chapter twenty-eight

  chapter twenty-nine

  Chapter One

  “Gracie. Times up girl.” Becca nudges me from the side, pulling me from my daze. I am only through half of my set for the night and already I am exhausted.

  Sleep has not been a friend of mine here recently and my new found love of partying with Jake and Becca til all hours of the morning certainly does not help. I glance over to see Becca studying me intently, her tongue working her small lip ring into circles.

  “What?” I blurt, which comes out a bit rude. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, my voice coming out much softer this time around.

  “He's here again.” She says, her eyes trailing to the end of the bar before settling back on me. Even though I tell myself not to look, I can't control the overwhelming urge to see his face.

  When my eyes finally settle on him, a mixture of excitement and sadness stirs through me. He looks tired but otherwise perfect. I quickly glance back to Becca and then without really meaning to, my eyes settle on him again.

  I thought for sure him showing up two days after we said our goodbyes was a one time thing. I never expected to see him again the next day, or the next, or the next. But each time I think for sure he's not going to show up, he does.

  He has been here every night that I have played at Vitos for the last three weeks. He never speaks. He avoids looking at me when he knows I'm looking at him. He always sits at the end of the bar. And he always leaves during the last song of my set, allotting him just enough time to slip away before I am finished.

  It takes everything I have to rip my eyes away from his perfect chiseled jawline and messy bedroom hair that I want nothing more than to run my fingers through.

  “Come on girl. Don't give him the satisfaction.” Becca says, pulling my attention back to her. “Get your ass up there and do what you do.” She says, patting my arm and gesturing towards the stage.

  “Hey Jake.” I holler down the bar to get his attention. He stops restocking the refrigerator and pops his head up in question. “Shot of tequila.” I mouth but then changing my mind, I speak out loud. “You know what, make it a double.” I say to his backside.

  I see his shoulders vibrate with laughter as he makes quick work of pouring my drink. When he turns back around and sits the drink in front of me, there is a knowing look in his eyes.

  Jake and Becca, of course, know the whole story about Zayne. While Becca thinks I would be mad to ever give him the time of day again, Jake doesn't agree, which surprises me. Maybe as a guy, he thinks he can relate better to the guys perspective but for whatever reason, he thinks I should at least talk to him.

  I plaster on a smile and just shake my head at him. No way am I going down that road again. It's one thing to have to look at him night after night and to get up there and sing knowing his eyes are on me. But talking to him, hearing his voice, being close enough to smell his scent. That is something else entirely.

  I pour the liquid down my throat, a slight shiver running through my body as the alcohol burns its way down. Jake grabs me a bottle of water and twists off the cap before handing it to me. I give him an appreciative smile and take the bottle from him before spinning on my stool and pushing myself to my feet.

  It only takes me fifty-seven steps to get to the stage from the bar. I know because I have counted these same steps for the last three weeks. Fifty-seven painfully slow steps to take every night, feeling Zayne's eyes burn holes through my back.

  Reaching the stage is like reaching my safe haven. Once I am there, Zayne can't hurt me. I lose him in the lights and sounds and like every other time I have played, the world around me fades away until all that is left is me. Me and my guitar.

  I wish I could say that the last three weeks have not been pure and total hell but I can't. Truth is, they have been some of the hardest days I have faced in a very long time, increased only by Zayne's need to show up here every night and torture me further.

  I know he's not doing it on purpose. I know that in his own way he really does care about me. But that doesn't change one thing, not really. At the end of the day we are still the same broken people with the same problems.

  There's no magic that will fix my need to push everyone away nor is there any that will change the person that he is either. Sometimes I find myself imagining that in some alternate universe maybe we could be each others answer. Maybe all we really need is each other and everything else will fall into place.

  But then I am reminded that life simply does not work that way. There are no fairy tales or happily ever afters. Life is hard and cruel and finds ways to keep you down, no matter how hard you fight to get back up.

  I am not foolish enough to believe that the type of happiness I could have with Zayne could ever truly last. Some things really are too good to be true.

  I begin strumming the opening chords to “Turning Tables” by Adele. It took me weeks to figure out how to make it sound right on the guitar but I figured out a really cool arrangement that slows the chorus down just a fraction and makes it even more intimate.

  As my own voice fills my ears, my focus immediately turns to the words, the feeling, the emotion behind each and every note I sing. There is something so painfully beautiful about the way Adele can lay her soul bare in a song.

  As much as I want to find Zayne, to focus on his beautiful face, to let his very presence ease some of the pain that is slowly taking me under, I don't look for him. I know he's here. I can feel his eyes on me. Even in a crowd of at least twenty people, I can tell his eyes from the others.

  There is something about the way my skin prickles and my heart rate increases. I don't know how to explain it, but when I feel it, I know it. I know it's his eyes skating across my face. His eyes trailing the length of my body. His eyes peering directly into my soul.

  Each song I sing holds a piece of me in the lyrics. Like every night before this one, I purposely pick songs that I can relate too. It's the only way I can escape. For the three minutes of a song, I can lay my entire heart on this stage and no one will know otherwise.

  Well, no one except for the one man who seems to see right through every wall I have built and surround myself with.

  By the end of my set, a heavy sadness settles over me. I know without looking to the end of the bar that he is gone. I know that I will have to wait until next Sunday to see him again and that's if he decides to come back.

  I ne
ver thought I would dread the end of my work week so much. But the thought of not seeing his face for the next three days sits on my chest like a hundred bricks, making it near impossible to even breathe.

  I don't know what I hate more. The fact that he continues to show up here night after night and remind me of what I can never have or the fact that I look forward to it and continue to be devastated at the end of my set, knowing that he's gone.

  “Another amazing night Gracie.” Becca sings from the dance floor as she sweeps. I latch my guitar case closed and throw it over my shoulder before joining her on the floor.

  “You guys sure you don't need help this weekend?” I ask, pouting my lips out in a pretty please smile.

  “Not a chance. You have worked the last two weekends. At this rate, you're likely to work yourself into a coma. You need sleep. And a lot of it.” She says, pushing me towards the door.

  “But.....” I start to protest but she cuts me off.

  “Not a chance.” She laughs, leading me to the exit. “Get some rest. We will see you on Sunday.” She says, holding the door open for me.

  “Careful. I'm on the verge of thinking you're getting sick of me.” I whine, stepping out into the warm night air.

  “I don't think it's possible to get sick of you Grace. You're too fucking sweet.” She laughs. “But you will eventually burn yourself out if you work too much and I like having you around so I refuse to let that happen. Now go.” She says on a laugh.

  I scuff my feet as I turn to walk away, throwing a half wave over my shoulder as I make my way down the empty sidewalk. I hear Becca chuckle as the door snaps shut and I readjust my guitar case on my shoulder before quickening my pace.

  I live within minutes of Vitos but that doesn't change the fact that walking home by myself is extremely freaky. I mean, it is New York City after all. Definitely not the safest city for a woman to be walking around in the middle of the night.

  I round the corner and quicken my steps to a light jog when my apartment building comes into view. Some nights I enjoy the walk home. Other nights I freak myself out with every little noise thinking that someone is going to jump out and attack me. Tonight is one of those nights.

  I breathe out a sigh of relief as I reach the top of the stairs leading to the entrance of the building. Pushing my way inside, I opt to take the elevator instead of the staircase.

  Feeling overly anxious, I finally make it to my front door but nearly trip over a package sitting in front of it in my attempt to get inside as quickly as possible. Not really paying much attention, I scoop up the rectangle box and push my way inside.

  The apartment is dark as I slide the lock into place and quickly make my way down the hall to my bedroom. Honestly, I'm a little surprised that Emma isn't waiting up for me. After she found out that I ended things with Zayne, she has become somewhat of a leech.

  I know it's because she thinks I am going to break down and she wants to be there when it happens so that she can help me put the pieces back together. I just wish I could make her see that all of the pieces are so withered and torn that piecing them back together would never be a possibility. My pieces no longer go together and there are holes and gapes where some have simply disappeared.

  I flip on my bedroom light and prop my guitar next to the door. Realizing I am still holding the package that was outside the front door, I flip it over in my hands to see who it's addressed to. To my surprise, it's my name I see staring back at me.

  Not really sure who it could be from, I flop down in the middle of my bed and open the box. It takes me a few seconds to get the tape peeled away from the seam but once I do, the top opens up revealing white tissue paper.

  Even more confused, I begin slowly sorting through the tissue paper to find the contents inside but the more tissue paper I pull out, the more I am starting to believe that it is simply a box filled with tissue paper.

  Finally reaching the bottom of the box, my fingers stumble upon a white envelope. Peeling it open, I reach inside and pull out two pieces of thick paper, similar to card stock. The back is an advertisement for something so I flip them over to the front.

  My mouth falls open when I realize that I am holding two tickets to see Raining Strange live at the Mercury Lounge. But who? Why?

  I look back into the envelope and am relieved to find a small piece of folded paper in the bottom. Peeling the corners apart, I quickly read the note.

  As soon as I found out about this I knew I had to get you tickets.

  Everyone has things they dream about doing Gracie.

  It's about time you start experiencing some of yours.

  -Alec

  My eyes instantly gloss over at reading my brother's message. Somehow, someway, he knew I needed this. He's right. There are so many things I want to experience in this life. Places I want to go, things I want to see. So many things that I am giving up by merely existing.

  Propping the tickets on my nightstand, I text Alec a heartfelt thank you before changing into an old t-shirt and climbing into bed. I can't believe that in just under a week I will be getting to see one of my all time favorite bands live.

  Even though I am ecstatic about my gift from Alec, I can't help but feel disappointed as well. A part of me really wanted it to be from Zayne. I know that sounds petty and stupid but isn't that how it's supposed to be?

  I want him to do something, anything. I want him to fight for me. I want to know that I am worth fighting for. And while his constant presence at Vitos stirs a hope in me, it's not enough. I don't want him to just show up night after night and then just disappear again.

  I want him to walk up on that stage and tell me that he can't live another moment without me in his arms. I want him to tell me he loves me and that any risk is worth taking if it means he gets me. I want all of this and yet I want none of it at all.

  I don't want the constant fear or doubt. The worry or the heartache that will follow me everywhere I go. The only real question is which is worse; wanting something from him that he can not give or getting something from him that I can not take?

  Either way, we both lose.

  Chapter Two

  “Gracie. Gracie get up.” I hear Emma whine as she shakes my body that is curled under a mountain of covers. I groan out, swatting her away with my hand before rolling onto my side.

  “Come on Grace. It's nearly noon and like it or not, you owe me a day.” She pouts, the bed shifting under her weight as she plops down next to me.

  Feeling overly guilty for being such a neglectful friend, I give in and roll back over, prying one eye open to peer up at her. “Fine.” I sigh out, successfully prying the second eye open. “What did you have in mind?” I ask, pushing the covers down to my waist and stretching my arms above my head.

  “Well since this is my only day off this week, I thought maybe we could go shopping or something. There's some awesome boutiques around the city that I have been dying to check out.” She gives me a wide smile, knowing she will need to butter me up to get me to agree to a shopping trip.

  Feeling like I owe her one, I opt to not give her a hard time and quickly agree. “That sounds great. Maybe we could see if Alec is free to do a late lunch while we're out.” I suggest, not missing the flicker of dislike that crosses her features for only a fraction of a second.

  “No offense to Alec but I was hoping we could just do a girls day..... I mean if that's okay?” She asks, picking at her fingernail and not meeting my gaze.

  Something about her reaction seems off but I try not to think too much of it. Usually Em would jump at the chance to see Alec. “Okay.” I say, pushing myself into a sitting position.

  “I will see if he's free tomorrow. No biggie.” I say on a shrug. “I just wanted to thank him in person.” I say, leaning over and retrieving the concert tickets from my night stand. “He sent me these yesterday.” I hold the tickets out to her.

  She takes them from me and then her eyes widen as she realizes what they are. “Oh my god Grace.” S
he breathes out. “These are amazing. I can't believe he got them for you.” She says, handing the tickets back to me.

  “I know. I am so freaking excited.” I squeal, taking another long look at the tickets before sitting them back onto my night stand. “Do you think you will be able to go with me?” I ask, knowing that it's very unlikely with her schedule right now.

  “I wish I could but I am ninety-nine percent sure that I have a show that night.” She says, giving me an apologetic smile.

  “No worries.” I say on a shrug. “I know you're not a fan anyways. Worst case, I'll drag Carver out with me. I have barely seen him since we've been here. Does the man do anything other than work and sleep?”

  “It doesn't seem like it.” She laughs.

  “Is he still seeing the girl from the club?” I ask, pushing myself out of my bed and crossing the room to my closet to find something to wear.

  “I don't think so. Apparently she is crazy jealous and the fact that he has two female roommates did not go over well with her.” Emma says, turning her position to face me.

  “Well that sucks. She should have at least met us before deciding if it was worth freaking out over or not.” I say, pulling a pair of jeans and tank out of the closet and tossing them on the edge of my bed.

  “Yeah right. With the way you and Carver act, she probably would have clawed your eyeballs out in the first five minutes of meeting you.” Emma laughs, standing to make her way towards the door.

  “I'm gonna go change and then we can head out.” She says, exiting the room after getting a nod of acceptance from me.

  Deciding that a lazy shopping day with Em does not merit a shower, I dress quickly and then head to the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth. By the time I enter the living room, Em is ready and waiting for me. Dressed in a casual floral sundress and strappy sandals, her brown hair pinned back in a sleek ponytail, she looks amazing per usual.

  Damn her and her need to always look so perfect. She has a way of making even the simplest outfit stand out in a crowd. Especially standing next to me in tattered jeans and a red tank, my long waves tied up in a messy knot.