Book 1: It's Just Pretend

Prologue

 I gently wiggled one of his arms off of my body when his other arm looped around my waist and pulled me snugly against him. I smiled and laughed softly as he sleepily murmured into my hair, his breath warm against the crook of my neck. His breathing was even and I could feel the beat of his heart matching the beat of my own. God, he was even cute when he slept. I tried once more to escape the warm cocoon of his body and the sheets around us.

"Mm..." I paused and made sure he was still asleep. The pronounced edges and angles of his face were illuminated by the soft, ivory moonlight spilling in from the window. For a just a second, I was caught off guard by his beauty. He was an orchestration. A symphony of sharp, intense notes that made your heart beat faster and wonder just when you forgot to breathe. But he was also a gentle, willowy noise; a warm, enveloping sound that would make you feel as if you were floating.

"Claire. Stay, please." My breath hitched in my throat. The room suddenly seemed small and electricity buzzed all around, bouncing from wall to wall. Ceiling to floor. Skin to skin. What the hell happened? It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to be so sweet. We weren't supposed to be more than friends. It wasn't supposed to last this long. I wasn't supposed to fall in love.