Warrior - Friends to Lovers

Warrior - Friends to Lovers

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"Hey." He turned at the sound of her voice. She sounded quiet now, even calm. Her smile was a little sad, but friendly. "Thanks for sticking up to Jenkins for me today, Tommy." The sound of his name from her mouth sounded strange. He realized he hadn't heard anybody say his name in a long time. She took a step forward, brushed her hand down his forearm in a soft gesture, held on and tucked at his sleeve for a second. He followed her hand's movement with his eyes. Didn't move. "I'd like to be your friend." Her voice sounded quiet, almost shy. He still didn't respond, feeling overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings he couldn't name. "I've been really lonely", she admitted, still looking at him and he noticed the sadness and grief inside her through her gaze. He knew sadness and grief. Maybe better than any other emotion. "Okay", he responded, hoarsely, turning his gaze away from her. "Let's be friends." The events start taking place before the story of 'Warrior' begins and end after 'Warrior'.
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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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