I spun around, letting my arms flare out.
The rain felt nice on my skin. It felt like all of my problems were being washed away, my thoughts draining into distant watersheds. I wiped my forehead and smiled. This was exactly what I needed.
To Camryn, Dakota Andrews was a story. A mysterious one, at that. She kept her doors shut and locked, to her house and to her heart. Why should he care enough to find the key?
To Dakota, Camryn Stone was nothing more than a nuisance. He pinched every one of her nerves, wanting to know a story that, to her, was not worth telling.
Besides, what happens on November first, stays on November first.
[A/N: This book will be under major editing as I write it, so I suggest you add it to your library but wait until it's completed to read. I mean, I changed the title twice before I wrote chapter twelve. So patience, my darling readers, is key. Thanks so much♡ -Grace Ana]