She Blushes, I Bite: A Lost Boys Fanfiction
She Blushes, I Bite: A Lost Boys Fanfiction.
FINISHED AND COMPLEATED.
This is book 2 of Looks Can Be Deceiving. If you haven't read the first book, I recommend starting with it to avoid confusion. It's published and completed on my account, but feel free to read this one first if you prefer.
In Santa Carla, monsters don't hide beneath beds.
They wear mesh and white leather and flirt like it's foreplay.
Paul is the kind of nightmare you don't wake up from - tall, bleach-blond, swagger laced with sin. His clothes shouldn't work, but they do. His jokes shouldn't land, but they sting. He smells like trouble and tastes like it too. There's blood on his breath, humor in his cruelty, and a slow-burning hunger stitched into every sideways grin. He's immortal. Predatory. And completely uninterested in rules.
Nina's everything he's not.
Mortal. Fragile. Wrapped in oversized sleeves and jittery breath. Her hoodie's her shell. Her glasses slide down her nose as she tries to disappear between apologies. She stutters through sentences and flinches at compliments - soft, sweet, and utterly human in a city that isn't.
She doesn't know what Paul is.
He knows exactly what she is - prey with potential.
He jokes about murder. She laughs, half-confused.
He bites with words. She blushes like it might be affection.
She's afraid of everything.
He's only afraid he might ruin her too fast.
Their chemistry is cruel - opposites igniting across damp boardwalks and flickering neon.
She tries to walk faster.
He keeps catching up.
And somewhere between the blushes and the smirks, a game begins.
She's not meant for his world.
But she keeps choosing his orbit.
And he's starting to like how her heartbeat sounds when she's scared.
