𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

"𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲." he said softly, almost a whisper. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, moving his hand to my chin, tilting my head up so I would be in his gaze. His hand softly ran down my chin, landing on my neck. He smirked slightly. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲...

It Had To Be You ~ Joost Klein

When a young pianist's world is flipped on her head when she meets a hyper, way-too-confident Dutchman.