Chapter 1 — Hook, Line, and Belt Buckle
The venue smelled like stale beer, cheap cologne, and desperation. The kind of place that stuck to your shoes and made your introvert soul cringe.
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The story, as it happened. Dialogue, scenes, and the slow burn of a love that wasn't supposed to be real. Start at the beginning.
The venue smelled like stale beer, cheap cologne, and desperation. The kind of place that stuck to your shoes and made your introvert soul cringe.
Read MoreI managed to unclench my fingers from his belt buckle, heat rising to my cheeks. Before I could stammer out some kind of apology, he leaned in slightly.
Read MoreI wasn't even sure why I said yes. Maybe it was the way he kept texting me, little jokes and questions that made me laugh harder than I had in months.
Read MoreThe night had settled into that perfect kind of quiet, the kind where it felt like the world had taken a collective breath.
Read MoreThe weight of it had been pressing against my ribs for days. That little voice in my head, the one that had always been there, whispering that this was temporary.
Read MoreThe shift was gradual. So slow I almost didn't notice. But suddenly, it was there. In the way I woke up and reached for my phone, not with hesitation, but with anticipation.
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