Limited Love

Limited Love

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture7m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., déc. 12, 2016
Charlie Clover, a farm girl moves from her farm house to the city. She doesn't want to leave but is willing to for the sake of her dying brother. She moves in right next door to a boy named Ethan Brooks. Ethan's aunt makes him go outside to meet the new neighbour. At first, he doesn't want to meet Charlie, thinking she'll be someone that he is not interested in, and is completely boring. Once he meets her, he starts to realize that she is different than everyone else. She is nothing close to what he thought she'd be. They start getting close, talking every night, and sometimes sneaking out of their windows to see each other. When they talked on the phone, it lasted for hours. They were never bored with each other. She didn't want to get too close to him, knowing that he was taken, and she knew that if she did, she'd become attached.
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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