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Just A Taste
Scarlett Se Leva
Publication date: February 17th 2022
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
A FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE.
Six years ago, I pushed her away, too afraid of the feeling she evoked.
Now here she sits in my kitchen, reawakening my desires.
I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.
This time I won’t run.
I won’t stop.
Until she’s mine.
Slipping off the bed, I reach my hand out. “I can take it.” I remove the plate from her dainty hand.
She pivots, moving away from me, but I’m not ready for her to go. My mind rakes for ways for her to stay longer. It’s been a long time since we’ve said more than a few hellos to each other.
“Where are you rushing off to?”
She turns. “Just to help Mom. Did you need anything else?” she asks. Her feet fidget. I see that nervous tendency hasn’t changed.
“Quick question… What grade are you in again?” I know the answer. My obsession with Simone had me keep track of the details I overheard her mom tell my dad. I’d hide in the corner listening to them talk, trying to glean any morsel of information I could about her. Every brief whisper of her name, each tale of accomplishment… I lapped it up.
“I’m a junior. Why?”
An idea takes root.
“Just needed help with my calculus class.” I sprinkle a dash of lie. The class has been kicking my ass. I overheard your mom bragging to Dad about you taking advanced calculus. I’m a straight-A student, but it will provide an opportunity for us to spend more time together, and in doing so, rekindle our friendship.
It’s a means to an end.
Her cheeks ripen like a red apple.
“Actually, numbers are the one thing I feel I comprehend.”
“Great, let me get my book. I can’t afford to fail this class.” Smiling to myself, I turn to my book bag laying on my desk across the room. Then I drift to the love seat in the corner. “Are you going to tutor me from over there, or are you going to sit?” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes at my comment.
“Come.” I pat the empty spot next to me.
She blinks and clears her throat. “I didn’t agree to tutor you. You asked a simple question. How did my answer get construed into me tutoring you?” Her face is void of any humor, and she eyes me with a slow burn from top to bottom.
There she is. My cannonball. She never liked me telling her what to do. I see that hasn’t changed.
I lean my head to the side, my brows knitting, squinting at her. I always got a kick out of her reactions. I poked, poked, and poked until she blew.
Her brows pinch together.
She’s always been a worthy opponent, and so fucking
Scarlett Se Leva writes unexpected, steamy, suspenseful romance.
When Scar isn’t busy penning her next book, you can find her with her family watching movies, drinking wine, curled up in a corner with a book or running after her three daughters.