"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."
kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?
"Damn. Hasn't even been that long and you got a whole rock on your finger now, huh?" "...What are you doing here?" She unthinkingly rubbed her swollen belly, the tight knots forming in her stomach at the same time. "What you mean? I came for the art." His tone was sarcastic as he gestured at the paintings on the walls...
She doesn't know his name. She doesn't know where he comes from. She doesn't know anything about him. But she knows she will always find him on her couch passed out from gunshot or stabbing wounds. Like always, she has no choice but to tend to his wounds and save his life. And like always, he leaves without saying goo...
A night of just fun and partying turns into something more permanent. Follow Rodger and Camila on this twisted journey trying to figure things out. Both completely different but bonded by something they love so much.