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At his full height, he examines me more closely, starting from my worn leather boots and working his way up my legs. As he takes in the snug denim molded to my body, he draws in a sharp breath, the muscle along his strong jaw popping. I clear my throat, tempted to make a witty comment. But I refrain, not wanting to ruin this moment.<\/p>\n

With his attention on me like this, I feel powerful. Unstoppable. There\u2019s something so satisfying about knowing I can pull this type of reaction from him. \u201cReady to go?\u201d I ask sweetly, pretending I didn\u2019t notice the way he checked me out. Beckett swallows hard. \u201cUh, yes. Yep.\u201d I flatten my lips to hold back a smile. \u201cLead the way,\u201d I say, stepping to the side and motioning to the door. As he strides past me, I catch a whiff of his scent, and he smells heavenly.<\/p>\n

Like leather and spice, with a hint of vanilla. I\u2019m convinced that men become a hundred times more alluring when they smell good. I trail behind him and lock the door swiftly. When I turn around, he\u2019s standing by his motorcycle, holding two helmets, the sleek chrome of the machine glinting under the rays of the setting sun. Feeling bold, I let my hips sway as I saunter toward him.<\/p>\n

And I\u2019m rewarded as he watches me the whole way. When we\u2019re toe to toe, he sets one helmet on the seat of his bike and twirls a finger, signaling for me to turn around. Then he carefully gathers my hair, the backs of his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck. \u201cIs this okay? Braiding your hair will protect it from the wind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Breathless, I nod, my pulse quickening beneath his callused hands. Warmth radiates from him, seeping into me, his leather and vanilla scent clinging to my nostrils, holding me close and rendering me speechless. With tenderness, he separates my long waves into three sections, and as he brings one section over another, his warm breath fans across my neck.<\/p>\n

My eyes flutter closed at the sensation and my stomach whooshes. When his cool fingertips brush up my heated skin, goose bumps explode all over my body. As he braids my hair, he runs through safety measures. \u201cOn turns, be sure to lean with the bike. And always keep your feet steady on the footrests.\u201d Once he\u2019s finished braiding my hair, he steps around me and picks up a helmet.<\/p>\n

Now facing me, he places it snugly on my head and when he adjusts the straps beneath my chin, his touch is both tender and deliberate. For a moment, I swear he lets his fingers linger there, as if savoring this intimate moment. The air around us has grown thicker, warmer, making it harder to breathe. Or maybe that\u2019s just me.<\/p>\n

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Edited by vb.edits.romance Cover Art by Andra Murarasu OceanofPDF.com Contents Author\u2019s Note Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Beckett\u2019s Journal Read Receipts Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 14 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 33 Beckett\u2019s Journal Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Epilogue Acknowledgments Also by Samm Wilde About the Author OceanofPDF.com Author\u2019s Note This story features two characters who live with anxiety in different ways.<\/p>\n

The FMC struggles with over-apologizing and self-doubt, while the MMC experiences social anxiety. Their journeys aren\u2019t meant to be perfect. Just honest, messy, and hopeful. As someone who suffers from generalized anxiety disorder, I wanted to explore how love can exist alongside anxiety\u2014not as something that \u201cfixes\u201d it, but something that learns to move with it.<\/p>\n

Because, at the end of the day, anxiety is a real part of many people\u2019s daily lives. If you see parts of yourself in them, you\u2019re not alone. Please take care of yourself and read at your own pace. \u2014SW Content Warnings: Brief mention of parental deaths (not graphically described) Mentions of grief in passing Profanity Explicit sexual content FMC and MMC both have different types of anxiety Depictions of a toxic work environment The animals don\u2019t die OceanofPDF.com For anyone who\u2019s ever been told they\u2019re \u201ctoo much.\u201d<\/p>\n

I hope your enemies step on a thumbtack. OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Chapter One Joey There\u2019s no greater feeling than driving with the windows down, a cool breeze blowing through my hair, and a pit of existential dread sitting in my stomach. My orange 1967 Volkswagen van, aptly named Poppy, has less than a quarter tank of gas, and I\u2019m still a hundred miles from Hemlock.<\/p>\n

With the sun setting behind the dense forest surrounding me, I have a sneaking suspicion I\u2019ll be in for a long night. To make matters worse, my phone is dead, along with my external battery. I can guarantee my older brother and sister sent out a twenty-person search party when my location stopped updating a few hours ago.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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