@midnight_reads
i only read after midnight. mafia, monsters, and morally grey.
Every woman in the room has thrown herself at him and lost — and he's spent all night watching the one person he isn't allowed to want: you.
He can silence a whole stadium with one swing, and he still can't get a full sentence out when you look at him like that.
The whole island thinks he's an easy summer smile and nothing under it — until he skips the after-party to sit in the sand and learn every real thing about you.
He opened the hottest bar on the block sixty feet from yours and is stealing your whole crowd — so why does he keep clearing a stool at his own counter the nights you're too proud to walk in?
