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ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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"Woah there! Don't want you falling for me already." A cheeky smirk plastered on his handsome face showing a single dimple.
My mouth was open from the shock and nothing was coming out with my thoughts all scrambled and not trusting myself enough to try and say anything without embarrassing myself even more. He stood me up making sure I was balanced on my feet before dropping his arms from around my waist that also took away his inviting body heat.
"Render you completely speechless, have I?" There was a cocky undertone that did all but go unnoticed.
Taking a step away from him to gain some distance between us and effectively unscramble the broken and jumbled thoughts that clouded over when I literally fell into his brawny arms.
Trying hard to keep my voice in check I spoke with fake confidence, but confidence none the less. "Your ego was loud enough to speak for the both of us" His eyebrow quirked up slightly and his smirked faltered for a second before resituating itself on his face and speaking out with a wide satisfied smirk.
Why do I feel like I just passed a test I didn't know I was taking?
"You sure? Because from what I noticed, your heart was beating quite fast. I know, I know. I tend to have that effect on girls."
"Yeah, girls," I emphasised. "Little immature love-struck girls that don't know any better. I pity them, really." I reply back feigning sympathy with a hand on my heart.
"They're certainly not little girls." He corrected with a wide smirk.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night," I said raising my hands in a no-judgement motion.
"Trust me, Princess, the last thing I'll be doing at night is sleeping." He winked at me and then proceeded to laugh at the disgusted look on my face.
Princess? Really?
"Yuck. Next time keep your perverted and crude comments about your imaginative sexual life to yourself, thank you." I said scrunching my nose up in disdain.
"Already planning our next run in, are we?" The smirk never leaving his face.
"More like planning my getaway," I grumbled.
He let out an amused laugh that rumbled from deep within his chest after nodding at me almost in approval, seemingly satisfied with my choice of response. This was the first time I had seen a genuine smile on his face, gone was the cocky smirk that had greeted me at nearly all of our encounters – which wasn't very many, however, I have a feeling that's going to change soon, and I found the corners of my lips slightly pulling upwards. Before my almost smile became apparent to him, I rolled my eyes and leant down to pick up my belongings that had spilled from my bag from my 'almost' fall.
He leant down next to me, gathering the misconstrued books and pieces of paper from the introductory package I was handed only moments earlier. Picking up my timetable that fell out of my hands through the whole ordeal, his eyes scanned over the freshly printed paper that was now slightly crumpled. He furrowed his eyebrows faintly before glancing back up at me and speaking in a low yet friendly tone.
