A terrorist attack takes place in Canada during the widely loved politician's wedding. The horrible incident leaves hundreds of people dead, but the politician's son survives. Luckily, he meets a gorgeous med student in the hospital of who he just...
author's note: how are you doing, love? if you wonder what I imagine for example Miles to look like, check out the very first chapter of this book! the playlist is also in there which is a huge part of this book
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july 2nd toronto
I KNEW IT WAS WRONG, but that was exactly what made my hormones go wild, and what gave me utter chills down my spine. His hands on my skin made me see light again that was stolen by the darkness in the closet, and his warm breath in my neck felt like standing in front of the gateway to heaven, but being teased to be let in. I roamed my hands through his hair, and pulled his body closer against mine, and I could feel our hearts beating in synch. But we couldn't, not here. Therefore I pushed him off me, and his sparkly, dark eyes showed flames and fire, worse than I had ever seen before. He put both his hands beside my head against the wall and leaned in to kiss my lips, but I kept our distance by softly pushing my hands against his chest.
"God," he lowly spoke as his hands traveled down to my waist where he tightly held me, "if only you could see yourself right now, you'd fall in love with you."
"I hate it when you talk like that, Leo." I pushed him to the other side of the closet, so I had all power over him, and still kept the arm-length distance only to tease him even more.
"But it's the truth," Leo grinned and gently squeezed my waist, "and I know you hate people who lie as well."
Without a warning, he grabbed my butt and squeezed it as he intensely stared into my eyes. He shook his head at me. "Taking the lead as always?"
"It's easy on guys like you," I said as I removed his hands from my butt, and looked up at him through my uncoated lashes, because he basically towered over me.
"Guys like me?" he laughed, the slightest sign of offense to be heard in his deep voice. "You often do guys like me?"
"No, that's not what I said," I escaped out of his grip, and walked backwards to the door, "I just know what guys like you are. Knowledge of human nature. Anyway, my class is waiting for me, I have a very important to project to work on with a guy like you."
Leo threw the back of his head against the wall, and exhaled deeply in disappointment.
"Oh," I said before leaving, pointing at his crotch, "maybe you should do something about that."
"You, Nova Kaufman, are a mean species."
As I exited the closet and merged myself into a crowd of students, I felt someone looking at me. When I turned my head into the right direction, two green, happy eyes and two dimples were pierced into my face. A wild Miles has been spotted in the crowded halls of Toronto's university, wearing a baby blue blouse combined with casual black jeans and white Converses. I smiled back at him as we walked towards the right classroom, holding the backpack I had in front of me closer to my chest. I adored the energy Miles always carried around him, so energetically positive, and his sweet smile tended to enchant everyone around him. He gave me the illusion that when he walked by the sun shined brighter and the grass became greener.
