my older brother was my hero, and with graduation right around the corner, I
was on the verge of turning my love of photography into a career.
alternative, slightly nerdy and a whole lot awkward, Carter was smooth, popular
and confidant. Yet somehow, we fit. Or so I thought.
Leaving me completely unprepared for the reality I would now have to face and
the choices that accompanied it.
I wrap my hands around her waist, my thumbs meeting bare skin, “What are you wearing?” I didn’t even notice when we were outside, I was too busy looking at her gorgeous smile.
I feel her shrug in my arms, “Nothing special.” Then she leads me out of the photo lab, locking it up behind her and taking my hand as we walk back to my car.
The lot is almost empty when we reach it, and I look down at her under the bright lights that illuminate the area, nearly swallowing my tongue when I take in her form. She’s wearing a green and black checked mini skirt with black leggings or stocking things covering her long legs and her combat boots. The long sleeve top she has on doesn’t quite meet the skirt at her waist, leaving a tantalizing slither of creamy skin on display.
She laughs when I stop abruptly, staring at her, “What?” she quips.
“You are so damn beautiful, you know that, right? I’ve told you that before, haven’t I? You’re my sexy little nerd,” I tell her, taking in the writing on her black top, Trust Me I’m A Jedi.
Chance does a little curtsy, “Why thank you,” she says with a coy grin tugging at her lips.
Holding her hand isn’t enough, I drop it and take her face in my palms pressing my desperate lips to hers, and close my eyes. She responds immediately, wrapping her arms around my hips, clawing at the small of my back through my shirt.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say breathless, taking her hand again and jogging towards my car, tugging her along behind me.
Heller is an Aussie Indie Author of Steamy Contemporary and Comedic Romance. She has three wildling children, two giant Great Danes, one permanently terrified cat, five
birds of various species (One of whom thinks she’s helping by running across
the keyboard repeatedly while JB tries to work. Lucky she’s tiny.), and a
gazillion fish. Oh, and we can’t forget the man child she calls her husband.
Receptionist, Hairdressing, and Checkout Chick Extraordinaire, she finally
found her place amongst likeminded people in the writing community.
evolved into J B Heller with more than 10 titles to her name.
or online stationery shopping (she has a mild addiction to stationery and she
refuses to seek help.).
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