turn, and trouble finds me.
with good reason.
now she’s my downfall.
a full length, standalone enemies-to-lovers romance with a HEA.
saunters through one of the bay doors in greasy coveralls, much like the ones
on the bathroom floor last night.
different look. Younger. Innocent. A stark contrast to the fierce woman last
night who could hold her own, not backing down no matter the situation.
pore despite being covered in grease. I saw the same last night. Even naked and
fighting, or shivering and vulnerable, she was pure grace.
nose; full, perfectly symmetrical lips, and high cheekbones; and her enigmatic
marks from our altercation last night, and it’s the first thing blond boy
angry and raw, band her throat, and it’s as if I feel her thumping pulse again.
But I also never give anyone the chance to kill me. The jury is still out on
whether that was why she was at the loft.
kiss her, hungry. Again, she shifts slightly, his lips brushing her cheek
instead of her mouth. His face flushes like a little boy put in the corner.
face. She’s got him by the balls. Better him than me.
You’re going to want to see this.
the way I handled her last night evaporates.
satisfied with being right about her and incensed at her deception. Last
night’s mix-up at the loft wasn’t a fluke.
but I see under her veneer. She’s a fake.
desires. She spends most of her time juggling a day job, being a mom, wife, and
writing. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things, including a voracious
fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate connoisseur.
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