A story in which everything that could go wrong, does go wrong.
"Got any sevens?" He softly asked, his gaze on me as he waited for my reply. Ignoring the temptation to meet his captivating green eyes, I puckered my lips as I focused my stare on the cards in my hand.
"Go fish."
There was a tense pause. I sensed his movements beside me as he bypassed the cards on the ground. I looked up to question him, but the words got caught in my throat. I gasped taking in the features of his face that was now inches away from mine. I had never noticed the few specks of gold in his green eyes before.
My heart raced as his gaze flicked to my lips and back to my eyes. Then, without hesitation, his lips were on mine and my brain turned to mush.
Wren Matthews, a struggling college freshman, had faced a lifetime of neglect and hardship from her family. Just as she thought she couldn't endure any more, life threw her another curveball. She tried to bounce back repeatedly, but starting over wasn't easy. Amidst the chaos, one constant emerged.
Eli Parker, a dedicated sophomore whose passions for basketball and music defined him. For Eli, life revolved around the rush of the court and the tranquility of melodies kept him centered. Then he discovered there's much more to life when one physics class changes everything.
Paired together for a semester-long science project, Wren and Eli's relationship as science partners grew from that to study buddies, to friends, then to something... deeper. Their bond weathered complications that tested their resolve. As their connection deepened, a dangerous game of unspoken questions unfolded, leaving one lingering question:
Whose Fault?
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WARNING: This story may not be suitable for some readers. See author's note for more information.
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)