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| YA/Romance (mature) |
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He’s the boy who wants to disappear.
One mistake and seventeen-year-old Shake LeCasse lost everything. Now there’s no going back and no way to move forward. The once-popular Varsity hockey captain is living in the basement of a grandmother he barely knows, ditching school, avoiding friends and working hard on self-destruction.
She’s the girl nobody sees.
Cleo Lee survives however she can. Lie, cheat, steal, whatever it takes, and saving Mr. Popular isn’t part of the plan. Telling him the truth about the night that destroyed his life is downright dangerous. She needs to keep quiet, be smart and let the guy she’s been half in love with since middle school throw away a future she’d do anything to have. Too bad she sucks at playing it safe.
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I let myself kiss him:
Once he’s peeled me down to my bra and panties, he rolls me over and tilts his head into a hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and holy hallelujah, Shakespeare LeCasse takes my breath away. His mouth lives up to the hype, and even though I’ve never been a big fan of beer, the taste of it on his tongue is pure heaven. I want to make him my steady diet.
With one very large hand pressing at the small of my back, his other slips under my bra, finds what little treasure there is, then chases right down to dip fingertips under the waistband of my panties. We are officially entering uh-oh territory, and I’m without a map, all tangled up in the heat of his mouth and still tingling from the light tug he gave my nipple.
The guy is too blitzed to take off his own shoes, but he's got what feels like four extra hands and they're not wasting time. He’s turned me into a complete melting mess, and I’m really tempted to just go with it. Except, he’s got no idea it’s me in his bed. He’s horny. I’m here. I’m kind of OK with that, kind of not and can’t decide who’s taking advantage of who. Whom? Whatever. Him. Me. Match. Gasoline. I will get burned in the end.
"Wait, wait," I mumble against his lips. It takes a while to slow him down. I’m not convincing. "Wait." I push him onto his back and straddle him. I feel his hard-on through my panties and am tempted to make bad choices. Let’s just say he’s a very big boy in every way.
“Take it easy.” I grab his wrists and pin them against the bed. If I let them roam again, I'll cave. "You’ve done enough damage for one night."
His eyes open slowly. They are so blue they remind me of pictures of faraway islands. I wish I could dive in and find him. This boy is lost.
I let myself kiss his lips. Just once more. Twice more. A third cuz I’m greedy and his mouth is really something. His full lower lip is tastier than a red velvet cupcake.
"I should go," I whisper. "You'll be OK?"
"No," he says back.
His eyes fall closed on a sigh. I slide my hands back into his curls and lay down on his chest so I can hear his heartbeat. Funny how they all sound the same. Even the broken ones.
About the Author...
Emily Award Finalist and Melody Of Love Award Finalist, Charisse M Moritz divides her life between upstate NY and northern Florida. When not barricaded inside her writing cave or enjoying every possible minute with her husband and three kids, you’ll find her listening to 60’s music, singing offkey and looking for new reads.
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