A new adult romance by Lacey Wolfe
I’m discovering who I am in this world. Venturing out on my own, away from my parents, and finding out what life is really all about. College isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, especially with my best friend Evan becoming someone I hardly recognize.
But then I met Gabe. He changed everything. My life will never be the same.
I lived my life day to day, waiting for something great to happen.
Then she walked into the coffee house, with her long legs and killer smile. I had to know her. Nothing was going to stop me. She hypnotized me from the moment I laid eyes on her.
And after the first kiss, my fate was sealed to Paisley.
Content Warning: This book is recommended for ages 17 and up. Adult situations, including sex, underage drinking, and drugs will be found within these pages.
As I walked down the sidewalk in the Georgia heat, I tried not to let what Kristy said bother me. I wasn’t attached to my parents. Not really. I had a good relationship with them. We didn’t fight much. The horror stories Kristy used to tell, though. Her mom and her did not get along. She spent most of her time with me because of the constant screaming. I wasn’t surprised she had no problem leaving the state and not looking back.
So maybe it was time to move out. I was eighteen, nineteen in a few months, after all. I guess it was time to do it, but I just wasn’t feeling that push. Maybe once classes started and the commute was too much.
Next to the entrance of the coffee shop was a bike. Not a bicycle; a big motorcycle. I rolled my eyes at the pretty piece of machinery. How could someone be so inconsiderate to park there? It wasn’t a parking spot. Some people had no common sense, or even cared about how rude they were. Hopefully, some cop would ride by and give this jerk a ticket.
The dimly lit shop threw me as I stepped inside, the only lights by the register. The walls were painted a deep blue, and it was cool, almost to the point my skin bubbled up with goose bumps.
Note to self: Don’t come here to study without a flashlight and sweatshirt.
The various drink offerings were written in neon chalk on a giant chalkboard by the register. I had to admit, it looked kind of cool. The café had a laid back air to it and would probably be a great place to hang out with friends.
As I stared at the board, I got the feeling someone was watching me. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed him in the back corner. He was definitely staring at me.
I tried to look away, but I was drawn to him. He sat there, leaning back in the chair, as he took a drink from his cup, still gazing at me. Then I noticed the helmet on the table. There was no way that guy had the motorcycle out front. He wore a pink button-down shirt and dark jeans that appeared to be pressed.
“Can I help you?”
I spun and saw a young woman behind the counter. “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” She smiled as she twirled her long, brown locks.
I didn’t mean to stare at that guy for so long. It was like he’d hypnotized me. “I’ll take a tall iced mocha.”
The girl picked up a cup and with sharpie in hand asked, “Name?”
After I dug out the exact change—yes, I’m one of those people—I stepped back to wait. Every nerve in my body told me he still watched me, but I wouldn’t look at him. Absolutely not. Okay, one glance won’t hurt.
Damn. He was hot. He kept his dark hair short, but long enough that if I kissed him, my fingers could tangle in his hair.
Kiss him? I would not be doing that.
“Paisley,” the lady behind the counter called.
I turned my attention from the strikingly sexy guy back to the barista and thanked her as I took my cup. I needed to get out of here. Keeping my focus on the door, and away from the hot guy, I made a beeline for the door. Before I could make my escape, he reached out and touched me, stopping me in my tracks. Wow, I hadn’t realized his table was so close to the door.
“Hey.” He grinned, oh so sexily.
Taking a deep breath I said, “Hi.”
“I’ve never seen you in here before.”
If I’d known this place was full of hotties, I’d have been here more. “First time.” I took a sip of my drink.
“I hope it’s been a good experience. Perhaps I’ll see you again.” He tapped his fingers on the table, never blinking.
About Lacey Wolfe
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.
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