Sprinting out of my car with barely any time to undo my seat belt was never something I expected to do. But it happened. It was the slowest moment of my life. The lights, the people, everything. I knew he was hurt. But how did all of this happen?

Becca's whole life turns around when she travels to LA to visit her childhood best friend Zion who moved from Canada to be apart of a band called PRETTYMUCH.

I turn around and grind my back against his front. He pulls me closer to his front, assuring me that he likes what I'm doing. I throw my hand back and put it on the back of his neck. A few songs later, he spins me around, pressing me against his body. He slowly brings his lips down to my ear. "What's your name, beautiful?" He asks in a low tone. "Kierra. But you can call me KJ." "Well, KJ, nice to meet you." His lips travel down my ear to my neck and he starts to suck. Hard. Hard enough to probably leave a mark. I close my eyes in pleasure and let out a small moan as he begins to suck harder. When he stops, I can feel his lips curve into a smile. Just when I open my eyes and ask him his name, he's gone.

things that we can only wish would happen