A songwriter discovers that the love song she wrote for someone close to her has been used to woo a glamorous influencer. As the betrayal comes to light, she must decide whether to reclaim her music and her heart or let the people who used her get away with it.
even when i fell asleep first and woke up to three messages from him tonight nothing that hurt more than i wanted it to so this was withdrawal i hated him every time i closed my eyes i was back on that couch every time i opened them i was back in that hallway hearing him laugh she was just practice I finally fell asleep right before dawn then in the thin blue light between sleep and waking I felt lips pressed softly against my
Then in the thin blue light between sleep and waking I felt lips pressed softly against my Forgot he's always known my door code morning sleepy-haired What shy now after the other night you didn't say good night You turned off your phone my mom had to tell me you were home because you wouldn't pick up what the hell willa
Calls? I blocked your number 12 hours ago. Dung, dung, dung. Ran three miles this morning to pick these up. Your blueberry pancakes. From our place. You want to eat first, or get eaten first?
For one awful second, my body remembered him before my brain did. Then I remembered what he called me. Full service. That's what they called me. Then I remembered sophomore self-defense class and drove my knee up as hard as I
Lennox made a sound I'd never heard him make before He doubled over and I scrambled off the bed, bolting for the living room He came limping out, half-bent and furious What the hell, Willa?