Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

and it started with her getting the wrong number [top rankings: #28 in short story, #80 in fan-fiction] © circumstance

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

"Your touch means safety, baby" ♛♞ [mature content] {in progress}