"Music is a Moral Law, It Give Soul to the Universe" - Plato
Sometimes it doesn't matter how long you know a person. The effect they can have on you can happen after four seconds or four years.
In Chase Taylor's case - it's both.
Avery McGuire doesn't just flip on a light inside of her - he set a blaze to everything holding her back. After only a week together he has to leave, but he strikes a match before walking away that won't easily burn out.
Four years later, Chase finds herself face to face with the boy - now rock star - who changed everything. The same one she still can't admit to falling head over heels in love with. She has no idea that her world is about to get rocked, in more ways than one.
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"I know we haven’t known each other long, but seriously, Chase, there's so much more to you than this," he said waving his hands around my room and gritting his teeth out of anger.
I don't know if it was the repressed thought of this being the last time I would see him or touch him suddenly surfacing, or the way he was already fighting for me, a girl he barely knew, but something inside of me broke. The innocent nature of my feelings toward him crumbled. My hesitation melted away as I stepped forward and with both hands grabbed onto his shirt. The urge to touch him and kiss him overwhelmed me completely, and it must have been on his mind too because in an instant his hands were cupping my face and his lips were on mine.
We were in the middle of my room, locked in a sweet, gentle kiss and something inside me just felt like it snapped.
I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted to touch more of him. I just wanted more.
I needed more.
My grip on his shirt tightened, and I pulled harder. I pressed my lips to his with such urgency. His hand slid passed my cheek and into my hair, tugging it gently. We stumbled backwards a few steps until my legs hit the back of my bed, and I sat down quickly, never letting go of his shirt. Slowly, his large frame followed my lead as I began to lie back bringing his body over the top of mine. My pulse was racing wildly as he sank down against me, my hands moved timidly up his chest, one into his messy hair while the other rested against his neck. Avery made a very low growling sound and my entire body reacted by arching against his. He broke our kiss, and I made the most unattractive, groaning sound as his lips started working their way down my neck. I let out a gasp, and my eyes fluttered open and I felt goose bumps covering my body. Feeling his tongue against my collarbone, I made that awful noise again and pulled a little at his hair. He paused and brought his face back up to mine; my heart sank. I’d probably hurt him or completely ruined the moment by sounding like a crazed animal every time he kissed me there, but I had never felt anything so wonderful before in my life.
"God, even the sounds you make are sexy," he said in a breathy voice that made me want even more of him. I stared up at this boy and knew instantly that I wanted everything with him. I hadn't always believed in saving myself for marriage, because I wasn't sure I ever wanted to get married. I was saving myself for someone special—someone that made me feel safe, wanted, and beautiful. Someone incredible. I couldn't get any more incredible than Avery McGuire.
About the Author
L.A. Bressett is a simple, city-country girl that love chocolate chip cookies, Erik Northman, and laughing until her stomach hurts. Her love for books began in diapers and has only grown over the years. She spends her days listening to music, watching her two kiddos grow up way to fast, and watching an obscene amount of TV with her main man. You can catch her on Facebook, avoiding her household chores, anytime.