Reading Smith.

My eyes scanned the pages before me as my breathing hitched at every single word that was inked and laced with thrill and desire. I could feel my lips and thighs trembling as I continued biting my swollen lips to control the burn that was consuming me.

When I reached the climax of the scene, I licked my lips to find myself looking right up to meet a pair of piercing grey eyes. They were staring right at me with intrigue.

I was hot and flustered, dropping the book clumsily which landed a few metres away from me. I could still feel his heated gaze upon me as I reached down to get it. He got to it first as he gripped the novel in his hands.

His eyes roamed the cover, observing the intimacy between the hero and heroine.

"Release Me. Hmm, does she get kidnapped? I love a good thriller."

I rolled my eyes at Vincent Hughes's effervescent sarcasm. He was the dashing, popular and brilliant student that reigned the campus of The New York University and yet he had to read me reading an erotic novel.

I grabbed the book from his hands before he could embarrass me any further.

He grabbed my wrist pulling me right into him. I could feel his hard chest, his hot breath lingering and the mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Do tell me the climax, okay?"

His tone lowered, as he winked at me. I began to blush even more as the heroine suddenly morphed into me.

Natasha Smith is transferred to NYU as an exchange student from Melbourne to study writing for the semester. The only thing she is ever involved in are her books. The rest of the world around her fades through tales and characters until her shell is cracked by the boisterous and breath-stealing Vincent Hughes; her fellow classmate.

What began as a simple exchange of books leads to an unexpected exchange of love that transcends across their individual lives.