(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.

" You are my little city that I can always runaway to, where I can find my sanity, and where I can find myself at 3 am thinking of you. Just you, Zoe." (( a sequel to reckless )) This book cannot be altered or duplicated. © Copyright 2015 All rights reserved.