While you wait for this book to be released, here’s a little teaser to sink your teeth into…and once you’re done, there’ll be links to book one, Style, if you haven’t read it already.
“I’m just scared that I picked the wrong major. That I’m picking the wrong career, the wrong life,” she said in quiet rush. There it was. Now I had something to work with.
“Hey, it’s only the first day. You won’t know if it’s right until you actually go to your classes. And you might even change your mind after you get your degree, or halfway through. It’s not a crime to change your mind, Chase.” She pushed her waffles around on her plate.
“I know. I just … I like knowing things. I like knowing my routine and my days and everything. Right now it’s all unknown and that scares the shit out of me.” She looked up at me with her eyes wide and I thought she was going to cry. I pushed our plates aside and leaned in.
“Can I give you a hug?” She nodded and sniffed. It was still too early, but damn, I was gonna comfort this girl.
I leaned over and put my arms around her and she put hers around me. I nestled my head on her shoulder because it seemed like the right thing to do.
Her hair smelled like mint and rosemary. I was going to have to steal her conditioner.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said, because what else was there to say? I wasn’t so great at the comfort thing, but I could give her a hug and hold her and tell her nice things.
Her head dipped and her cheek rested on my shoulder. My skin tingled, and I tried to ignore it. I nearly jumped when I realized she was running her fingers through my curls.
“Ouch,” I said when her hand hit a snag.
“Sorry,” she said into my shoulder. Her voice was muffled, and I couldn’t stop the feeling that I didn’t want to let go from this hug.
“It’s okay,” I said back. No one was pulling away and we had passed the acceptable hug period.
But I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to hold her and smell her hair and be like this for a long time. I hoped she couldn’t feel my heart racing. I didn’t know why my heart was racing.
Chase’s phone went off and we both lunged back like we’d been shot.
“I have to go,” she said. I raised one eyebrow. Her first class didn’t start in over an hour.
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