Not Another Love Song

by Julie Soto

“You play as if you have someone to impress.” Her brows drew together. “Don’t we all?” He watched her for a moment. “We don’t have to, no.”

But bragging to Alex Fitzgerald about playing the violin was like bragging to Jesus Christ about walking in waves on a beach.

“I’ve been watching you, Xander Thorne. You’re no angel here.” His eyes slid over her face, down to her blushing neck. He moved closer, and she had to tilt her head back. “You’ve been watching me?” he whispered, the hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.