![]() ![]() Because clearly, there was only one good reason to have hair that sexy. The first thing I noticed was wild sandy blond hair-a perfect display of controlled chaos that one could happily sink fingers into in the throes of passion. ![]() He turned my head toward the dance god himself. ![]() Shane’s warm fingers landed on my shoulders and swiveled me to face front. He was all that I aspired to be and the one person whose opinion would mean the most, if I was ever lucky enough to have it. My body began to quake, a ridiculous reaction to a celebrity, but Theo wasn’t just a celebrity. The sight of his whiskey eyes and jaw agape was enough to warn me that Theo Noska was every bit as delectable as he appeared in the media. Refusing to turn toward the rising commotion, I looked up at Shane just as he peered down at me. “Ho-ly shit.” Shane’s voice pulled me to the surface. And my movements decelerated, as if I were being dragged through quicksand. Voices played through a vacuum, muffled and quiet, conveniently drowning out their gushing. We were lined up in the hall, waiting to register for a music video for an up-and-coming urban pop artist, Dominic Rivas-when a couple of girls in front of us started to whisper.Īs soon as the words left the girl’s mouth, the world around me began to spin in slow motion. ![]()
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