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He takes a step away from me and pulls up the hood of his black hoodie. “The guy from your room,” he states.

I nod my head.

“Are you trying to get back together with him?”

Why are guys so stupid?

My hands rest on my hips, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Would I be wearing your hoodie if I were trying to pick up guys?”

He looks me up and down slowly, his dark eyes making me feel like a prize. “About that,” he mumbles and walks my way.

Leonidas’s hands drag me into his body. Positioning my hand on his chest, I lean my head back.

Looking at me blankly, he moves his head closer to mine.

“Nope, you can’t kiss me.” I dodge his lips.

“Why the hell not?” he muses, glancing down at my lips with want.

“I’m at work,” I say simply.

All I need is for Linda to come back and find me making out with Leonidas. How embarrassing and unprofessional.

Not a moment later, his hand goes to the back of my head, strongly pulling me into a long and lingering kiss that melts me on the spot with my heart in my hands, begging him to take it and be wise.

“When do you finish work?” he asks against my lips.

“An hour,” I say, pulling away.

He nods his head and smirks.

“What are you up to?”

“I’m taking you somewhere I know you’re going to love.” He winks at me and walks backward toward the door.

“Where?”

“Let’s just say, I got some information from Amelia about you, and I’m going to blow your mind.”

TWENTY

LEO

Icould watch her all day. She consumes my thoughts twenty-four/seven. She makes me want to do stupid things I would never have done before. The plan was never to fall for her. But she crawled into my black heart and added color to my life. I connect so well with her because I feel like she knows me in and out.

Other than that I’m a famous singer …

If Elijah heard my thoughts, he would laugh in my face. Heck, I would laugh at myself too. I would have never thought I would feel this type of longing for a girl before.

I want to be around her as much as I can. I want to see the smile she tries to keep off her face. I want to smell her pineapple-coconut perfume.

I love the fact that she’s fallen for who I am and not what the world sees me as. I know telling her about my identity is the right choice, yet I don’t want to change what we have when we just gave in to our feelings.

For the longest time, I felt nothing inside. I didn’t love myself. I always saw the negatives in life and not the positives.

Trinity has brightened my life. She goes through struggles just like me. I know they’re not the same as mine, but she’s a genuine person who doesn’t pretend she’s perfect.

Trinity understands when I’m in a foul mood; she doesn’t question me. She just sits there and holds my hand until I’m ready to talk.