That's how I refer to the guys who've had the bad fortune to fall for me. They only see long legs that they wish were wrapped around them, a cat-like smile, and the reckless abandon to take on any wild dare. It's all a game to me. Show me a bridge, and I'll leap over the side. Give me a car, and I'll race it. Give me a heart, and I'll break it. I always win. I even showed Death who was boss a long time ago.
Or so I thought.
Now, time is running out, and I'm losing fast...and big. I met someone. Jace Beaumont. He's smart, and good, and I dream about spending days exploring the summit of his perfect lips. But, I'm a grenade. I know I should leave him be. I can't.
Study, class, work, repeat. That's all I have time for. At twenty-five years old, I have a bit more mileage on me than the average college freshman. But, that's what happens when you spend your youth drinking, partying, and bagging girls like it's a full-time job. Now, I have goals. There's just one kink in my plans. Her name is Memory. She's every guy's dream girl. She's intoxicating. She's trouble. I want to stay away. I can't.
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I couldn’t even see his eyes behind the shades he wore, but I knew those sage orbs were searing me. “I’m a big girl,” I said. “Pulling me down might prove slightly hazardous to your health.” I placed my hands on his shoulders, his hands went to my waist, and he lowered me down. Before my feet even hit the ground his mouth was on mine, his hands lifted to my face, his thumbs holding my jaw steady as his lips settled, tasted, and fit just right. When he pulled back, I saw my reflection in his glasses.
“I think you just made my knees wobbly,” I said, my voice a little shaky.