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I met Adam Nova under the twinkling lights of a nighttime sky.
He was hiding, but that gorgeous boy didn’t belong in the dark.
Nevertheless it was where he lived; a different world than mine.
I was Livingston Montgomery, Southern debutante.
With the world at my fingertips, I was well on my to being another spoiled socialite.
But I didn’t want money.
I didn’t want social status.
I wanted him; tattoos, sarcastic smirk, bad boy reputation and all.
It didn’t matter that he was from the wrong side of the tracks.
It didn’t matter that my family forbade me from seeing him.
I just wanted to be Beneath His Stars.
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“Are you smoking?” Her lip curled in disgust.
It was her turn to look disgusted this time. “Do you even speak?”
I nodded again and she shook her head in disbelief before reaching over the
space between us and snatching the cigarette out of my mouth so fast I didn’t see it
coming. I stood there dumbfounded. People didn’t snatch shit away from me. People
were scared of me. Not this brave girl. I should have known.
“Smoking is disgusting.” She said it quietly like it didn’t matter, but I could tell it
did to her. She bent over and put the butt out on the driveway before standing up again
and shoving it in her pocket.
I smirked. “You gonna keep that?”
Her eyes ignited with anger. “No, I’m going to throw it in the trash because I’m
not a litterbug.”
Shaking my head, I muttered under my breath, “Fucking litterbug.” She was
being cute. The girl with the too long legs and too big mouth that I couldn’t get out of my
mind was fucking cute, too. I was screwed.
I wanted to full-on smile at her cuteness, but I held my happiness close to my
chest. God knew it always came with a price. And I was done paying.
“You kiss your momma with that smoke mouth?” she asked snarkily, clearly
pissed off about my smirk.
I lowered my head and took a step back, running a hand through my dark hair. I
wanted to tell this girl things. Things I had no business telling her, like that I didn’t kiss
my momma with anything anymore. Instead, I asked the question that had been
plaguing me since she’d seemed surprised it was me who had left the notes.
“Who did you think it was?”
Her face screwed up in confusion. “What?”
I stood straighter and licked my lips before answering. “Who did you think left
I was feeling strangely vulnerable in that moment waiting for her answer and I
didn’t like it one bit. Why did it matter to me who wrote her or didn’t? Or who else
thought she was the most intriguing thing ever? For fuck’s sake, she was just another
rich bitch from the island. Why did anything about what she was about to say matter to
me at all?
She bit her lip again and I still wanted to reach over and pull it from her teeth. It
was sexy that lip bite, innocent even, and for some reason that made it all the more
“I don’t know.” Her brow furrowed in thought and she looked away, almost like
she didn’t want to tell me the answer to my question. But then her eyes landed on mine
again. “I thought it was the other guy—”
“Boone?” I interrupted loudly.
A disgusted look crossed her face. “God, no. Not him. The blond. The other
I let out a long breath accompanied by a sarcastic chuckle. “Grady?” That guy
didn’t even graduate high school and she thought he knew anything about astronomy. I
would have laughed if the whole thing hadn’t annoyed me so much.
Her eyes brightened. “Is that his name?”
I pulled out my pack of cigarettes again. “You like him or something?”
I walked out into the street and lit my smoke far away from her.
She started to follow me. “Where are you going?”
“But I don’t even know your name!” she yelled and stomped a foot.
I almost smiled again.
About the Author:
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover
since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother
with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her
eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can
catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ‘90s R&B, country, and showtunes.
Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t
imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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