When I open my eyes, I’m flat on my back, the familiar antiseptic scent of a hospital welcoming me back after my blackout. This wasn't the first one I've had, but it's been a while. Several months. Not since the night I went sleepwalking.“Melissa,” a man gasps from a few feet away. “You’re awake.” “James,” I swallow, my throat dry as I turn my head slowly to greet my fiancee. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be on set?”A pair of impossibly green eyes blink at me through long black lashes, his dark auburn waves framing his beautifully-sculpted features like artwork. James Wright is a stunning man. So devastatingly handsome that if it hadn’t been for the drive-by shooting that wrecked his face 7 years ago, he may have been one of the world’s biggest actors today. On his 22nd birthday, the night before a big audition, he and his girlfriend were celebrating in Malibu when they were gunned down at a block party. Everyone fled, leaving James, his girlfriend, and all of the other injured
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