Jessejamesrutherford Stories

Jesse Rutherford was like a tornado, and I was about to become a victim.

He gently pushed me against the wall, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he trailed a finger slowly down my collarbone. "You're not scared of me?" He cocked an eyebrow. I shook my head, earning a chuckle from him. "You're scared of something," he pondered for a second. "Ah, got it. Flight. Baby, you're scared of flight." -- Rylah Miles is not afraid of anything. Any challenge put in front of her will be faced with a glare and a steely determination, no matter the consequences. But when Jesse James Rutherford waltzes into her life with his never-ending pools called eyes and interesting tattoos, that life philosophy is tested to its limits.

You were living the basic life, working at a coffee shop, getting paid bare minimum. Living with your mom, having a few friends and having a regular customer. Who seemed to love tea.