Flame After Fumble – Kort Combe (1)

I count each idea off on my fingers, suddenly inspired by how epic this could be. “Do you want me to be your muse?” His cocky nature returns in full force. “I do,” I reply with confidence. “I’m in.” Letting out a sigh of relief, I laugh. “But you don’t know the specifics, yet.

What if it’s too much to handle?” I raise my finger to bite my pinky nail. “I’ll have to spend a lot of time with you for the next several weeks to get the shots I need.” “Still not hearing anything that wouldn’t make my day better.” He winks.

“You’re sure? Like really sure? This is a big deal, Hart.” “Liza, look at me.” His voice turns stern and serious as I lift my chin to meet his eyes. “I want to do this.” “Okay.” I nod. “Thank you.” He moves to walk away from the table. “Oh no, no, no. Get your notes out so we can make sure you pass your quiz.” “Yes, ma’am.” With that, we get to the nitty gritty of his art history content.

He has a quiz later this week, so we double down on the flash card review, until he knows these artists like the back of his hand. “I think that’s enough for today.” I slam my binder shut and shuffle the color coded flashcards I made him for this quiz back in a Ziploc bag. Tossing the bag across the table, I say, “Keep these in case you need to review a few more times before the quiz.

It couldn’t hurt.” I sling my light book bag over one shoulder and turn to walk away before Hartley stops me in my tracks. “Wait!” His volume evaporates the quiet bubble of the study room. “When and where do you want to draw me first? I’m at your beck and call.” He crosses his arms over his chest and bites his bottom lip, looking too good for me to drag my eyes off of him.

“Uhh, are you free tomorrow?” He responds with a silent nod. “We could start with a locker room session if you’re okay with that.” “Let me run it by Coach. If we get there before report time, we’ll have the locker room to ourselves.” “That would be perfect.

Thank you again, Hartley. It means a lot to me.” My cheeks blaze in a fiery heat. “See you tomorrow.” He juts his chin out, and my eyes linger on his last word longer than usual. I squeeze out the study room before I do something stupid like giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Woah. Where did that thought come from? I’m about to double, maybe even triple, my weekly meet ups with him.

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Book Cover by Jessica Lynn Draws Copy Editing by Hannah G. Scheffer-Wentz, English Proper Editing Services 1st edition 2025 OceanofPDF.com To every girl who has dared to be unequivocally themselves despite what others think, I see you. OceanofPDF.com I Prologue Hartley thought that night was a passing moment in time. A college memory that would fade quicker than it happened. A girl that I would see from time to time at parties, in class, the occasional night out and I’d smile, reminding myself of our passing friendship.

I was incredibly wrong. Liza Wilde isn’t a passing memory or a blip in time. She’s everything. OceanofPDF.com “L 1 Hartley et’s go!” I scream from the top of my kitchen table, lifting the red plastic cup to my mouth to drink until there’s only a few trickles left. Hazy vision invades the corners of my eyes as I sway back and forth to the chants coming from the crowd. Most of them are teammates or friends I collected throughout high school. I toss the empty cup on the floor, dripping more alcohol against the old tile.

Booming voices ring through my ears. “Hart! Hart! Hart!” I reach out for an outstretched hand and a soft one interlaces with mine, helping me hop off the sticky table. “Thanks, baby. What’s your name?” She giggles and wraps her arms around me, scraping her long nails across the base of my neck. “You’re funny.” I guess I know her. . . she clearly knows me, but who doesn’t? I might as well enjoy my last party before I leave for college. Before I can make a move on this chick, a hard thump hits my back.

“Dude, we’re going to miss you this season.” My high school quarterback, Leo, wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Dang right. You’ll never see another receiver like me.” “Mhmmm.” The girl clears her throat as she stares back at me with a pout on her delicious red lips, goading me to pay attention to her. “We were talking.” She rolls her eyes at Leo for interrupting whatever we were about to do.

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