Fly With Me [Coming Soon]

Fly With Me [Coming Soon]

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[18+] One college. Two people sharing a part of their past. And an undeniable chemistry making it hard for them to escape. Calm, brooding, and deep-minded, Matthew Elliott Harrison is more than the dark colors in a canvas. He usually comes off as an unapproachable asshole with a dark aura that most of the watchful eyes qualify as unfathomable. Looks however could be deceiving and Matthew is nothing like that. He's more of a lone wolf with darker secrets to carry and perhaps- a pair of gunmetal blue eyes spellbinding his whole being. If she could live for one thing, it would be colors. Serena Zoelle Altherr is the definition of a wild artist with a penchant for daydreaming. She uses her brush to paint whatever is blank and empty, including hearts. She knows she has big wings, she's only afraid to fly- to her, falling hurts more than anything else... Until he came along and his arms felt safer than anything else. With Matthew waiting at the edge of the cliff for her, will she hand her soul to him and fly? Or will she give in to the allure of the shadows calling out to her, knowing she didn't stand a chance? There's only one thing she doesn't know of- if she flies, he will finally breathe again.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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