My Sunny Wallflower

My Sunny Wallflower

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jul 20, 2023
"I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me-" "Somber tone this morning, Sun." "For fuck sake, Hunter!" I shout, slamming my wooden brush down on the counter. I glare at him through the mirror, and his smug reflection smirks back. "Smile, Wednesday Adams. It's the first day of senior year." He chuckles. ~~🌻~~ Story Description: Sundale Flowers is a broody introverted beauty that attends an Elite Academy High school alongside her only friend Hunter Lennox, a handsome golden boy with a hopelessly romantic heart. The two seniors are the true meaning of opposites attract. Best friends since birth, their bond has been proven to be unbreakable. That is until the line between friends and lovers blurs, and they get trapped in a room of uncertainty. Will they be able to save their friendship? Or will their past mistakes be too painful to overcome?
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I just close my eyes. Feeling him. Smelling him. Just existing close to him. My fingers clutch at his shirt, like it's the only thing keeping me from doing something reckless. Something completely, irrevocably stupid. Like kissing my son's best friend. And it feels so wrong. Oh God. So damn wrong. But then- His thumb shifts against my skin. A slow, lazy stroke. And suddenly, it feels so right. SO DAMN RIGHT. I breathe in too sharply. Mistake. He notices. Of course, he notices. His grip on my hips tightens. "You always this tense?" I force out a breath. "You always this annoying?" Leo laughs under his breath. "Only when I'm right." I tilt my head, and his eyes are already waiting for me-dark, unreadable, impossibly close. His fingers brush just above my waist. Barely there, but enough. Enough to make me hyper-aware of how easy it'd be to- "You wear this every night, don't you?" It takes me half a second to register what he means. The hoodie. His hoodie. *** 💔 She never expected to fall for him. 🔥 He never stopped waiting for her. 🏡 But some love stories don't follow the rules. Jenny Thompson moved to start fresh. A new neighborhood, a new home, a new beginning. What she didn't expect? Leo Mitchell. Her son's best friend. Fifteen years younger. And looking at her like she's something he's never stopped wanting. She tells herself it's nothing. She tells herself it can't happen. But then- 💬 "I don't know how to stop wanting this." 🔥 "Then don't." 📖 A slow-burn, emotional age-gap romance about love, healing, and the risk of wanting more. ** Taboo. Age gap. Off-limits tension. A love that shouldn't exist-but try stopping it.**

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