Cacee Adams never suspects that Jess--the, "honor-student/ Boy Scout" she's falling for, is really a street-smart delinquent who's never told her a single true thing about himself. But when Cacee and Jess somehow fall through a painting and wake up far from the mountains of Pennsylvania, everything chang...
"We need something to make sure that neither of us will say a word, something to seal the deal." "What?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. I don't entirely trust the way the corner of his lips have just flicked up in a self-confident smile. There's a disconcerting glint in his eyes as he looks at me. "With a kiss." •...
Later, when they’re tucked into bed (she being done with a quick shower and donning a pair of sweatpants and an over sized shirt of his) with his head buried into her shoulder and her running a hand through his brown locks, she couldn’t help but stare at the boy- no, this man-who went through so much and lost even mor...