Hazel Grace

I met her through the wrong man’s eyes. Beauty in every sense of the word, a mouth of someone who gives zero fucks, and the body of a man’s wildest fantasy. Fake—it’s the first thing I thought. Until she sent me a picture with a middle finger and the same beautiful eyes. But she could never be mine. And when I say that, I really mean it. My position doesn’t pose for it and my past won’t allow it. What makes this harder than anything I’ve ever had to do is when she lines up in my path. I veer out of the way but she crosses the line and she does it on purpose—to challenge me. This woman doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. And apparently, I don’t either.

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