Tori Ross Novels & Stories

Norah sincerely hoped not. Talking about dirty images… Blushing hotly all over, Norah shivered, squeezed her legs together, and sighed, Then, she crushed the fingers of one hand in the grip of the other, trying to keep herself from ruining any more of her simple manicure. Having him aware of her attraction made this worse, just as she had suspected. It was mortifying to be this transparent around Leone. All she had to do was picture Ivana Rossi’s disapproving face to know how far protesting with the truth would get her, though.

This has to be the coolest 21st birthday in the history of 21st birthdays. As soon as I get towards the dancefloor I spot Torie down at the DJ booth, she gives me a smile, a nod and starts the music. She’s awesome. She’s twenty-six, has brown hair down to her bustline that is combed over to the side while the left side of her head is shaved clean. She also has this tribal design of a wolf tattooed onto her scalp where her hair is shaved off. She’s wearing her usual black tank top, black skinny jeans, and probably leather boots. She’s 5’3”, has pale skin with a peachy hue to it and she is built like a linebacker. Broad shoulders, thick thighs, just head to toe muscle. She has forest green eye

I have never seen her look so upset and vulnerable, she looked like a completely different person than her usual annoyingly, bubbly self and for a second, it terrified me. Why did it terrify me? Why was I so afraid of letting her slip like that? It shouldn't matter to me, there's no attachment between us. But I couldn't stand there and watch that bastard tear her down like that. I wanted to break much more than his bones at that moment. Her gaze falls on me once more as she sings, "You said, 'Hey, // What's your name?' // It took one look // And now we're not the same // Yeah, you said, 'Hey', // And since that day // You stole my heart // And you're the one to blame."