Genre Romance. Page - 76
There's barely anything, I just wanted to actually somewhat make a commitment to writing it, unlike the other books I began, stashed in a drawer somewhere, doomed to never again see the light of day.
When seventeen-year-old Adrian Holt moves to Razewood, Oregon, from LA, he expects to find a bumpkin-esque town. The place didn’t even have a Roger Stuart! And while he finds that Razewood is just like he imagined, he also found something he wasn’t betting on: the possibility of love.
Evan Clarington III has it all: he’s rich, he’s smart, he’s good-looking, and he has the most popular girlfriend in school. If the eighteen-year-old feels a little empty sometimes, then, well, don’t we all? Overall, he’s content, if not satisfied, with his life…until Adrian Holt comes into it, making him feel things he knows he shouldn’t. Can these two find a happy-ever-after, or will they be doomed from the start?
"Thank you , for everything." The words just dribbled out of my mouth as if it were honey."Theres somthing about you." He sighed. I felt an itch to touch his face . Looking at my distress he allowed me too. My hands skimmed over his eyes , nose and lastly his lips. I wonder how it'll feel to kiss them. Press my own with his. I silently placed them back in my laps. It was very awkward only being two days now. I ran up the stairs and heard the click.