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Authors: T.K. Rapp
Mine to Steal (Mine to Love) (43 page)
To my husband, who insisted on reading this, you were
right.
There, it’s in writing.
We have always made a great team, but I really could not have done this one without you. Your taste in music might suck, but I love you anyway. Forever.
Finally, t
hank you to the bloggers and readers who continue to read these stories that erupt out of my imagination. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do and spending your time getting to know them. I can’t forget you, because you are simply awesome.
About T.K. Rapp
T.K. Rapp is a Texas girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas A&M and it was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S. Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back home in Texas.
Upon finally settling in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories she started and never finished.
Now at home, raising her two daughters, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.
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My life was perfectly mapped out for me since before I was born. I followed it, begrudgingly, because it was expected. And then one day, everything changed
I woke up.
Different. Independent. Free from all the rules that had defined my life.
Only I have no idea how I got to where I am. I have no memory of the last two years. I don’t remember graduating college, and I certainly don’t remember Adam–the boyfriend I live with.
He loves me. And I love him. At least that’s what everyone says. But when my memories return to me as dreams, I see a different version of the man everyone claims is perfect for me.
He terrifies me. He makes my heart race and he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Do I want to welcome the emotional chaos that his piercing brown eyes and messy black hair causes every time I get a glimpse of him? Or should I run back to the perfectly manicured life that used to be mine?
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“So then tell me the truth. Who are you?” she pressed.
Finding the strength to think with my brain—and not other organs—wasn’t going to be easy. I had to dig far and deep. But ultimately, I knew which would win. I’d just have to stall a little longer in order to get my thoughts together.
I leaned into her, letting my eyes follow the light pink outlining her lips. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll tell you. Come here.”
She leaned in, keeping herself balanced on her knees by putting her hands on the mattress.
“Monica?” I whispered again.
“Yes?” she replied breathlessly.
I could feel the warmth of her breath as her lips parted slightly. After swallowing, she licked her bottom lip, keeping her eyes on mine.
She wasn’t making this any easier for me.
Her curly locks, which she had gathered on the top of her head in a messy clump, were swept over her shoulders. Strands cascaded around her ears, cheeks, and jaw. I took the opportunity to study her face.
Her eyebrows were perfectly curved in two dark arches, framing hazel eyes. She had faint freckles that dotted her nose and cheekbones, and one of her bottom teeth was slightly crooked when she smiled.
“
Christoph?” she said my name as a question, still whispering.
“Is this gonna be off the record?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her mouth, inching forward so that our lips were mere centimeters apart. “Or is this going to show up on
WordPress tomorrow morning?”
Her shoulders went limp as she pushed out the last bit of breath she kept in her lungs, hitting me with sweet, warm breath again. “I don’t know anything about WordPress,” she whispered, staring at my lips.
I closed my eyes, hoping I’d find out, someday, what that mouth tasted like.
But not today.
“You expect me to believe that?” I said, my eyes open. “Do you think I’m an idiot? What will you call my interview?
The Traditionally Published Asshole
? Or
The Arrogant Armond
?”
She pulled back and sat her ass on the bed. Pouting, she angrily gripped the sheet, pulling it over her again. And I believe I heard her mumble the word
prick
.
That I am.
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