Melanie Shawn Facebook ad: “Re-Release is LIVE and FREE in KU!”

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Even hungover, I couldn’t help noticing how good she looked. That was the worst part: she always looked good. Disheveled, sure—her hair was a wild nest of red-gold, her cheeks still pink from the exertion of dragging me across the casino, her shirt slightly wrinkled—but she wore the chaos like it was the next evolution in style. She’d pilfered someone’s aviator sunglasses and balanced them on her head, which gave her an air of reckless confidence. She smelled like tangerines and mint and something distinctly, unmistakably her. It was doing strange things to my equilibrium. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and then touched my knee. Even though my body felt like it’d been through a blender, I couldn’t ignore the stir between my legs. It didn’t matter how shitty I felt, I could be in a full body cast after being run over with a Mack truck, and one touch from Ella Fletcher would cause my cock to break through the plaster. I glanced down to make sure I wasn’t sporting a half-chub. Thankfully, my jeans concealed any saluting my soldier may or may not be doing. When I looked back up, I couldn’t help but think about how badly I ached to bury my hands in her reddish-brown curls, crush my lips to hers, press her against the wall, plunge my tongue into her mouth, and roam over every curve. 𝐹*𝑐𝑘, the fantasy hit me so fully, I almost thought it was memory. But that was impossible. I’d 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 kissed Ella. I’d never touched her in that way. Not in reality anyway, only in my fantasies, my dreams, yes. “Earth to Donovan,” she said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. Sh!t. This f*cking hangover was causing the mask I wore at all times to slip. I was Ella’s rock, and I cared too much about her to risk losing, or hurting, her. So I kept my feelings locked down, deep in a vault.

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Re-Release is LIVE and FREE in KU!

Trust me. I checked. Ten years ago, Ella Fletcher and Donovan Valentine celebrated high school graduation the way only two teenagers with tequila, fake IDs and terrible judgment could—by stumbling into a Vegas wedding chapel and said, “I do.” Since they used false identities, they assumed the....