β Scribed by Thomas, K.S.
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
When Tessa Harrison meets Michael McMichael (Yes - his parents were THOSE people) her first instinct is to clobber him on sight. He's naked and standing in the middle of her apartment, clobbering seems sensible, and Tessa is nothing if not sensible.
But that sensibility begins to wane as the two continue to be thrust together, and before long, there's no denying their increasingly intense connection, even if it is just physical.
It has to be.
Because it's all he's offering.
And it's all her guarded heart knows how to accept.
Tessa's convincedΒ she's got everything under control but does she?
It doesn't take long before the rules get blurred, feelings are revealed and hearts are on the line.
Just as Tessa's about to take that last big leap, everything could end in one final crash. And it's all she needs to remember the lesson she learned years ago...
You fall, you go under. You don't get back up.
So you simply...don't fall.
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