Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
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I ONLY WANTED TO sleep, but the nightmares that would take place once my head hit the pillow had me thinking twice.
It would be wise if I avoided my impending torture for as long as I could, not to mention that I was still trying to get to know Travis. He was, um, interesting.
But interesting was too shallow a word to describe him. He was also very enticing, and I was simply eager to explore.
But I shouldn't be. In reality, I was actually wary and still shaken from earlier.
Doesn't stop the curiosity from ebbing and flowing, though, Nicole Day.
"Let's go somewhere else," he said when I couldn't come up with anything he could do for my forgiveness. "I don't want to ruin your night, so let me make it up to you."
I pulled back to look at him. "My friends." My voice was slightly shaky. I cleared my throat to sound better. "They'll wonder where I am."
"You're holding your phone for a reason, Rebecca." He chuckled. "You can text them."
I looked at him for a long time, contemplating if this was a good idea. Was I being stupid? Was this acceptable? Normal? Legal?
But when was the last time someone had prioritized my comfort? He was trying to better my bad evening, and I felt touched, even if I didn't show it.
Heaving a sigh, "All right," I finally said, and a grin broke out on his gorgeous face. "Fine."
"Okay. So where do you want to go?"
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"This is so amazing!" I screamed as the band switched to a different song.
Colored lights flashed, a strong beat pulsed, and people screamed and let loose. The atmosphere was exhilarating.
When he asked me where I wanted to go, I'd said I wanted to go to any place where there was fun. He took my hand, walked me to his sleek, black Lexus, and drove off with me straight to Brooklyn. Once we were there, he maneuvered his way through the city until we arrived in front of a huge building.
I should be scared, terrified even, that a stranger had taken me to another city. But I was not. My body was relaxed around him, my mind at ease, if you counted out the earlier terror that happened at the cinema.
Travis knew the bouncer, said he was a friend, so we were allowed to enter freely.
Inside this building was a live band performance. I didn't know the band, but they were so good I planned to look them up later.
"I know!" He shouted back, jumping and shaking his body in funny moves. I laughed at him, making sure he didn't notice me doing so, and focused on dancing away my own nightmares.
