DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

townhouse and weaving my way through the sweaty bodies.
I spotted him instantly. Through a crowd, many feet
away. It was like my eyes knew where to look, my heart
knew where he was, an invisible string tugging my body
toward him.
Maddox.
He sat on a couch; his long legs spread out in front of
him. He wore black jeans and a black shirt, with holes in it.
It looked like he hadn’t bothered to shave for many weeks,
and his hair was just as messy. Maddox looked completely
out of it. High and drunk.
The two girls, one on each side of him, giggled. They
were practically salivating for his attention, but his stares
were empty, glazed over. Maddox tipped his head back and
took a long pull from his joint, inhaling that shit and
breathing out a thin layer of smoke. I took a step closer, my
body moving on its own accord.
The blonde girl on his right stuck her face into his neck
and her hand moved to his crotch. My heart was about to
fall right out of my chest, when his fingers circled around
her wrist, stopping her movement. He placed her hand on
his thigh, a safe distance away from his dick.
My hand went to my throat, and I clenched our
dreamcatcher. I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I had
been holding.
He lifted his head, looking in my direction.
Our gaze met.
I halted.
He paused.
Time just fucking stopped.
My body twitched under his gaze.
He stared.
I breathed.
The dreamcatcher dug into my palm, as my hold
tightened around it. Maddox’s lips curled, and there was
nothing warm about it.