Half Wild, Half Yours
She lives on her own terms. He’s living on borrowed time. Neither of them planned on falling—especially not for each other. Blue has made a life out of leaving. Her summer is all dusty boots, soft sunsets, and smoky guitar covers shared with millions of followers from the back of her boho van. Portland was supposed to be a quick visit—just her best friend, a short-term gig harvesting,, and a little time to breathe.But then there’s Teddy.He’s the brooding, blue-eyed lead singer of No Name, the local grunge band with a sound that hits like a bruise and a smile that makes her forget how to breathe. He’s wild onstage and guarded off of it, carrying secrets behind that slow-burning gaze. He’s everything she never wanted: complicated, magnetic, dangerous in a way that feels too good to ignore.What starts as stolen glances and flirtation under stage lights turns into something hotter, deeper, harder to walk away from.They come from different worlds—but under the heat of a summer that feels endless, they collide in all the wrong ways that somehow feel right.And the only thing harder than falling for him… is trusting he won’t break her.
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Chapter: Bloodlines & BeatlinesThe moonlight filtered through the van’s curtains in slanted bars. Blue was curled up beside me, breathing slow and steady, wrapped in Tyler’s warmth. I watched her chest rise and fall, the soft curve of her collarbone, the way her hair fanned across the pillow. My heart felt like it might burst. But I couldn’t sleep. Not until I told her the truth. I shifted so I could look at her face. “Blue?” She stirred but stayed asleep. I brushed a kiss to her temple. “You deserve to know everything about me.” I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. Tyler lifted his head, nosed my hand, then settled again. I took a breath and began. “My parents—” I paused, swallowing. “They run a real business. A big one. Offices, suits, boardrooms. I did my time at business school, got the degree. It was expected—get the credentials, prove yourself, then step into the family empire and run it one day.” My fingers traced the lion tattoo on my forearm. “When I told them I wanted to be a musician inste
Last Updated: 2025-05-09
Chapter: More Than a NameWe lay tangled together in the quiet, skin still slick and hearts still racing like they hadn’t gotten the memo that the storm was over. His fingers traced lazy circles along my spine, up and down, again and again, like he was trying to learn my shape in braille. The van felt like a heartbeat—quiet, alive, and completely ours. He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “Can I ask you something?” “Mmhmm,” I hummed against his skin. He tilted his head, curiosity warm in his voice. “Why are you named Blue?” I smiled lazily, not even opening my eyes. “You’re not the first person to ask.” He chuckled softly. “I’m sure I won’t be the last.” I sat up slightly so I could see him, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “My parents named me Blue because they wanted me to be endless. Like the sky. They wanted me to be free and fearless. Untamed. To live without fences. That’s what my mom always said. She wanted me to grow up knowing the world didn’t have to be something you stayed inside the
Last Updated: 2025-05-07
Chapter: All Tied Up in BlueI jumped into his arms like there was no one else on this damn planet. Legs locked around his waist, arms around his neck, and I didn’t care who was watching anymore. Teddy caught me without missing a beat—like he’d been waiting, aching, praying for this moment. He buried his face in my neck and whispered something like “thank fuck,” but I couldn’t hear it over the roar in my ears. We didn’t say a word. He carried me across the field like I was weightless. Past the tents. Right up to my van—our van, lately. “Brody’s got Tyler,” he muttered as he yanked the door shut behind us, locking the world out in one slam. Then he turned and looked at me like he was starving. But before he could even touch me, I pushed him. He landed hard on the bed, wide-eyed. “Oh, we’re doing this?” “We’re doing this,” I said, crawling on top of him like sin in bare skin and determination. He reached for me, hungry, but I pinned his wrists down. “Nope. My turn.” Teddy looked at me like he’d just been st
Last Updated: 2025-05-07
Chapter: My Favorite Kind of Blues - Teddy POVI don’t sleep. I pace. I write and rewrite a hundred versions of what I want to say—half songs, half confessions, none of them good enough. My notebook looks like I bled out on the page. By the time the sun starts creeping over the edge of the trees, I have a plan. No more playing it safe. No more hiding the parts of myself I think she’ll run from. It’s the last day of the festival. People are hungover, shuffling around camp with sunglasses and half-open beers. Brody tosses me a sideways look when I tell him what I’m about to do. “You sure?” he asks. “No,” I say. “But I’m doing it anyway.” I find the guy running sound for the main stage, offer him a handshake and a favor to cash in later. Then I go looking for her. She’s crouched outside the van with Tyler, hair tied up in that effortless, messy way she doesn’t realize is sexy as hell. She looks up when she hears my footsteps, but her face is unreadable. Like she’s not sure how to hold me anymore. “Come with me,” I say. S
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Line of Fire - Teddy POVI wasn’t even sure how I’d ended up at this bonfire. Some kid from another band had passed me a bottle of Jack and pulled me into their circle like I was one of them. Laughs, smoke, stories—none of it registered. I wasn’t really here. I hadn’t been since she stormed off. My knee bounced restlessly as I stared into the fire, my hands twitchy with the kind of energy that couldn’t be burned off with a drink. I’d tried to talk to her earlier—hell, I’d wanted to fix it. But her eyes were a wall. Ice behind sunshine. I knew I was losing her. Knew it the second she asked what I was doing after tour and I couldn’t give her the answer she deserved. Because I couldn’t say home. Couldn’t say my real life is a cage my parents built for me. Couldn’t say I want you, but I don’t know how to keep you when I’m not even free myself. So I gave her nothing. And now I had nothing. Someone changed the music, and I heard the opening chords of Whiskey and Rain. The crack of the fire masked most of th
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Whiskey and Rain The fire crackled low, casting golden shadows across the faces gathered around it. This wasn’t the same bonfire where I’d seen Teddy. That one still lived in the pit of my stomach like a coal. This one, though? It felt safer. Softer. Like a place I could sit down and not unravel. Luke and I were perched on a couple of folding camp chairs, red solo cups in hand. Someone had connected a speaker, and Morgan Wallen’s voice drifted through the trees like a worn-out prayer. I took a slow sip, feeling the sting of bourbon on my lips and the smoke in my lungs. “You know,” Luke said, glancing over at me, “I thought you were just another influencer when I first saw you.” I smirked. “Ouch.” He held up a hand. “Let me finish. I thought you were just pretty pictures and perfectly filtered van shots. But then you opened your mouth and started talking shit, and I was like—hell, she’s real.” I laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His eyes lingered on mine, steady and kind. “It is.
Last Updated: 2025-04-29
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