What is love? Why do we humans craze for it, long for such mind boggling concept? Some of us have even learned to accept that we'll never be able to experience it. To Ezra Riveras, love something that he grew up with. From every corner there seemed to a person who could love him. Considering his charming personality, and his stunning smile, every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. Hell there were even guys that were crushing on him. He seemed to have it all, a girlfriend, a spot on the baseball team, and a family that loved him. Maddox Johnes grew up alone. His childhood was starved from love. With his parents traveling and only caring about their business, growing up alone in a mansion made him mature faster. He had hard eyes and a blank stare that seemed to look through your soul. He built a shell around his heart and promised himself never to love. He didn't even know what love was. Can Ezra save Maddox and feed his starved heart? Will Maddox be willing to let someone in? And most importantly will their love be approved by their friends and family? ***** slow updates

"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

"The next thing you know, you'll be falling head over heels for me," he smirked. She rolled her eyes, "You wish, Hayden." "Just wait and see." . . . Elliot Darren believes in fairytales; Alec Hayden doesn't. She believes in love at first sight; he thinks it's stupid. But one accidental encounter in an airport made him realize that maybe there is such thing, and all those stupid hormones is all they needed. <extremely unedited>

"I scan him over with my eyes, forgetting about the compromising position I'm in with my hips pressed up against his and the pain I feel in my hand. My hands start to search him for any sign he's hurt but it's hard because I see blood mixing with coffee on the floor and I can't seem to find the source of the wound. My fingers gently graze over his stomach and he tenses under my touch. I assume I've found an injury so I lift his black, coffee-soaked t-shirt to investigate. His eyes have been squeezed shut this whole time, his face a look of anguish but they suddenly flash open and his hands abruptly catch mine. He clenches his jaw, my eyes briefly flitter to the motion and then to the red blush of his cheeks. "Get. Your hands. Off my shirt." It takes me a moment to stop staring at his face but I eventually respond. "Yes, of course." I gulp nervously. "I'll get off if you could just-" I nod my head, gesturing toward his large hands that are still clamped tightly onto mine. His eyes widen and he lets go of me immediately. It's when I'm pushing myself off of him that I finally notice the source of the bleeding. All of a sudden my vision goes black." I CAN'T BELIEVE THE ORIGINAL C&N IS ALMOST AT A MILLION READS AND I'M SUPER EXCITED TO BE PUBLISHING THIS EDITED VERSION THAT'S A LOT BETTER WRITTEN!!! I respond to all comments :-) please give the book some love and feel free to point out typos Pictures are from weheartit