Published by: Entangled Crush
Publication date: April 14th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
He never noticed her before, but now she’s all he can see…
Miles Carlisle is every teen girl’s fantasy. His rugged good looks and exotic British accent have helped catapult his boy band, Seconds to Juliet, to super-stardom. But after two disastrous and very public breakups, Miles isn’t interested in dating just any girl; he wants The One. And the only girl he’s interested in is not only his best friend’s little sister―and off-limits―but won’t even give him the time of day…
As a kid, Aimee Bingham had a huge thing for Miles…until he made fun of her for always tagging along. Now that she’s outgrown both him and her pigtails. the prospect of spending two weeks on tour with the childhood crush who broke her heart isn’t exactly enticing. Except now Miles seems interested. Very interested. And no matter how hard Aimee tries to resist him, her crush is definitely making a comeback.
But everyone knows that falling for a heartthrob is a backstage pass to heartbreak…
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Miles Carlisle is every teen girl’s fantasy. His rugged good looks and exotic British accent have helped catapult his boy band, Seconds to Juliet, to super-stardom. But after two disastrous and very public breakups, Miles isn’t interested in dating just any girl; he wants The One. And the only girl he’s interested in is not only his best friend’s little sister―and off-limits―but won’t even give him the time of day…
As a kid, Aimee Bingham had a huge thing for Miles…until he made fun of her for always tagging along. Now that she’s outgrown both him and her pigtails. the prospect of spending two weeks on tour with the childhood crush who broke her heart isn’t exactly enticing. Except now Miles seems interested. Very interested. And no matter how hard Aimee tries to resist him, her crush is definitely making a comeback.
But everyone knows that falling for a heartthrob is a backstage pass to heartbreak…
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By the time Aimee had followed the water trail to the back door, of course The One was already gone, carrying the five boys away. Bummer. With slower, heavier steps, she walked to her bus and climbed the stairs, ready to crash out in her bunk before anyone else arrived.
“Hey.”
Was she hallucinating? Had the image of Miles in a damp T-shirt stuck to his body like second skin been so vivid that she’d actually conjured it up? He lifted a hand and waved. No. It was him. On her bus, by the back row of seats.
So much for avoidance. “Hi,” she said, unfreezing and walking down the aisle to him. “Aren’t you on the wrong bus?”
“These are all my buses.”
“I mean, aren’t you supposed to be on The One?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t really matter which one I’m on, as long as nobody knows. These windows are tinted, so no one can see in.”
“But you’re leaving a puddle.” She pointed at the floor. “I think someone might notice that.”
He dropped his gaze to the floor and stepped back, holding up the bottom of his drenched T-shirt. Aimee caught a sliver of his bare stomach, also drenched. In fact, he was head-to-toe sopping wet.
“Where are your dry clothes?”
“On The One. I didn’t plan this ahead of time. As we were running to the bus, I told Trevin I was coming here. So, no one’ll miss me.”
“Miles, you can’t stay like this. You’ll freeze to death.”
He shrugged. “It was spur-of-the-moment.”
“Well, stay there.” She ran to one of the bunks, a tech guy’s who was close to the same size as Miles, and grabbed clothes at random. “The bathroom’s right there and there’re towels,” she said, holding out the clothes. “But, um, you’d better take those off first.”
Miles looked up and met her eyes, water drops clinging to his lashes. She immediately dropped the clothes onto a seat, backed up, and turned around, facing the other way.
“Thanks,” he said.
Keeping her back to him, she heard clothes being removed and a zipper fly unzipping. Her skin burned under her hair as she fought to keep her gaze forward, and not creep to the side to see if she could catch his reflection in the window glass. Miles…stripping naked right behind her. Dafuq was she supposed to do with that?
Finally, the bathroom door closed. She exhaled and slowly turned around. Yeah, there was a pile of wet clothes on the floor. Everything he’d been wearing. Was off.
And Aimee died right there. Like, dead.
She held her breath, then blew it out. To keep herself conscious, she scooted his clothes into a corner with her foot, trying not to look at them closely enough to distinguish if he wore boxers or briefs. Definitely boxers.
“Hey.”
Was she hallucinating? Had the image of Miles in a damp T-shirt stuck to his body like second skin been so vivid that she’d actually conjured it up? He lifted a hand and waved. No. It was him. On her bus, by the back row of seats.
So much for avoidance. “Hi,” she said, unfreezing and walking down the aisle to him. “Aren’t you on the wrong bus?”
“These are all my buses.”
“I mean, aren’t you supposed to be on The One?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t really matter which one I’m on, as long as nobody knows. These windows are tinted, so no one can see in.”
“But you’re leaving a puddle.” She pointed at the floor. “I think someone might notice that.”
He dropped his gaze to the floor and stepped back, holding up the bottom of his drenched T-shirt. Aimee caught a sliver of his bare stomach, also drenched. In fact, he was head-to-toe sopping wet.
“Where are your dry clothes?”
“On The One. I didn’t plan this ahead of time. As we were running to the bus, I told Trevin I was coming here. So, no one’ll miss me.”
“Miles, you can’t stay like this. You’ll freeze to death.”
He shrugged. “It was spur-of-the-moment.”
“Well, stay there.” She ran to one of the bunks, a tech guy’s who was close to the same size as Miles, and grabbed clothes at random. “The bathroom’s right there and there’re towels,” she said, holding out the clothes. “But, um, you’d better take those off first.”
Miles looked up and met her eyes, water drops clinging to his lashes. She immediately dropped the clothes onto a seat, backed up, and turned around, facing the other way.
“Thanks,” he said.
Keeping her back to him, she heard clothes being removed and a zipper fly unzipping. Her skin burned under her hair as she fought to keep her gaze forward, and not creep to the side to see if she could catch his reflection in the window glass. Miles…stripping naked right behind her. Dafuq was she supposed to do with that?
Finally, the bathroom door closed. She exhaled and slowly turned around. Yeah, there was a pile of wet clothes on the floor. Everything he’d been wearing. Was off.
And Aimee died right there. Like, dead.
She held her breath, then blew it out. To keep herself conscious, she scooted his clothes into a corner with her foot, trying not to look at them closely enough to distinguish if he wore boxers or briefs. Definitely boxers.
USA Today bestselling author Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she’s lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes. Ophelia is the author of SOMEDAY MAYBE; DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE; ABBY ROAD and CROSSING ABBY ROAD; the Perfect Kisses series including: FALLING FOR HER SOLDIER, PLAYING AT LOVE, SPEAKING OF LOVE, and MAKING WAVES; the upcoming AIMEE AND THE HEARTTHROB for Entangled’s Teen Crush line, and the upcoming Sugar City series for Entangled’s Bliss line. Visit her at ophelialondon.com. But don’t call when The Vampire Diaries (or Dawson’s Creek) is on.
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