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I barely heard the sound of his deep inhale as I focused on his lips. Perfectly, kissable lips. My heart beat wildly within my chest as my gaze shifted back to his. His navy-grey eyes conveyed a message I was powerless to resist.
He stepped closer and covered my mouth with his. My lips parted in surprise. He exhaled and instinctively, I inhaled.
I jerked away as the smoke raced down my throat. My lungs burned as the smoke hit them forcing a round of heavy coughs.
He patted me on the back. “You okay?”
His eyes were mere inches from mine.
I nodded and covered my mouth until I caught my breath enough to huff, “Why…did…you…do…that?”
“You didn’t tell me not to.” He smirked.
“You didn’t even ask!” I sucked a clean breath of air into my lungs and felt the effects of the marijuana coursing through me. I backed up a step. “I—I can’t believe you did that,” I whispered then turned and took off toward my apartment.
“I’m sorry!”
My nerves spiked as I heard the sounds of his footsteps following me. Not wanting him to know which apartment was mine, I stopped well before I reached my door and turned. “Why are you following me?” A giggle rolled up my throat. Maybe from the marijuana?
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” His thick dark eyebrows pulled deep in the center as he ran a hand through his hair. “I thought it would help you chill out a bit. You seemed on edge.”
“You don’t think a complete stranger kissing me wouldn’t upset me? I don’t even know your name for Christ’s sake!” My mouth was as dry as a desert and my yell croaked like a big fat bullfrog.
“Hendrix.” He smiled.
“What?” I breathed.
“Hendrix. That’s my name.”
“Like Jimi Hendrix?” I laughed without being able to stop myself.
“Yep.”
“Well, that’s pretty fitting.”
“Stereotype much?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“If the shoe fits…” Another round of laughter passed my lips.
Hendrix let out his own round of laughter. “Touché.”
He stepped closer and covered my mouth with his. My lips parted in surprise. He exhaled and instinctively, I inhaled.
I jerked away as the smoke raced down my throat. My lungs burned as the smoke hit them forcing a round of heavy coughs.
He patted me on the back. “You okay?”
His eyes were mere inches from mine.
I nodded and covered my mouth until I caught my breath enough to huff, “Why…did…you…do…that?”
“You didn’t tell me not to.” He smirked.
“You didn’t even ask!” I sucked a clean breath of air into my lungs and felt the effects of the marijuana coursing through me. I backed up a step. “I—I can’t believe you did that,” I whispered then turned and took off toward my apartment.
“I’m sorry!”
My nerves spiked as I heard the sounds of his footsteps following me. Not wanting him to know which apartment was mine, I stopped well before I reached my door and turned. “Why are you following me?” A giggle rolled up my throat. Maybe from the marijuana?
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” His thick dark eyebrows pulled deep in the center as he ran a hand through his hair. “I thought it would help you chill out a bit. You seemed on edge.”
“You don’t think a complete stranger kissing me wouldn’t upset me? I don’t even know your name for Christ’s sake!” My mouth was as dry as a desert and my yell croaked like a big fat bullfrog.
“Hendrix.” He smiled.
“What?” I breathed.
“Hendrix. That’s my name.”
“Like Jimi Hendrix?” I laughed without being able to stop myself.
“Yep.”
“Well, that’s pretty fitting.”
“Stereotype much?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“If the shoe fits…” Another round of laughter passed my lips.
Hendrix let out his own round of laughter. “Touché.”
Zoey Fisher dedicated her entire life to dancing in hopes that one day it would pay off with a full ride to the school of her dreams. When luck grants her that wish she’s faced with leaving the only family she has behind to build a life of her own in a city hundreds of miles away.
Soon after the sheltered young girl begins to step into a World that is the Polar opposite of her own. Drugs, sex, and deceit paint her once colorful self black with no hope of turning back.
Will Zoey be granted a second chance to show her worth? Or will the boy that owns her heart permanently drag her down the rabbit hole?
Soon after the sheltered young girl begins to step into a World that is the Polar opposite of her own. Drugs, sex, and deceit paint her once colorful self black with no hope of turning back.
Will Zoey be granted a second chance to show her worth? Or will the boy that owns her heart permanently drag her down the rabbit hole?
Author bio:
From the Most Beautiful Small Town of America & the Bourbon Capital of the World, Bardstown, Kentucky, Savannah Stewart writes Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Romantic Suspense novels. She is very much a Leo, with one fur baby named, Jack. She's a Book-a-holic who loves music, tattoos, photography, singing, writing, & laughing. One of her favorite quotes is "Love is the beauty of the soul."
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