book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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016 para siempre
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Bianca often looked at JJ and couldn't understand how someone before her didn't see what she saw.
JJ Maybank completely turned her world around. Things that never interested her before like fishing, and surfing became fascinating because she knew they were important to him, and he was special to her. Colors were brighter and more brilliant. Laughter existed where it didn't before.
Simple things brought him to mind, like a pale blue sky, gentle wind, or even a storm cloud on the horizon. She opened her heart knowing there was a chance this would either be her greatest love or worst heartbreak.
This boy was her best friend and her world all at the same time. And sometimes, Bianca looked at him feeling glad that someone before her didn't see what she saw because if they looked deep enough to see all those things, then she would've never been able to.
She couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze away from the cerulean of his eyes as he hovered over her. Her fingers brushed against his cheekbones, tracing each sunkissed freckle and the boy found himself leaning further into the palm of her hand.
Bianca found tears breaching her eyes as they lay together in bed, hearts thrumming in sync. The tips of his blonde strands fell across her face as his taut arms framed either side of her head.
JJ's lips tilted into a frown, his eyebrows drawing together, "Why are you crying?" His thumb brushed the corner of her eyes where a single tear slipped away. The thought that he could've hurt her made his throat tighten.
"I'm-" Bianca shook her head and blinked away the moisture. "I'm crying because- I don't know- I'm just... happy," Her heart felt full. Safe. Overwhelmed.
JJ's eyes softened, and now, he looked as though he was trying not to laugh. His jaw twitched as he met her gaze, "Say it."
"Say what?" She breathed out.
"Say JJ Maybank, you are a sex god. You have achieved what no other man ever has. You—"
He was cut off when Bianca snatched the pillow from behind her head and smothered his face with it. JJ chuckled loudly, pulling it away from him and laying down next to her. He brushed a tendril of her hair behind her ear to see her more clearly as she tangled their legs beneath the sheets.
