Truth or Beard (Winston Brothers, #1)

by Penny Reid

I’d nodded, not able to speak because his hands were still on my forearms, and I’d gazed up at him. Butterflies and music only I could hear—that time it was Eternal Flame by the Bangles—drowned out the sound of his voice and the next words from his mouth. I did see that his lips curved in a barely there smile as he’d studied me.

I was so confused—really discombobulated was the word for it. This was like something out of a music video fantasy. (Did I forget to mention that my daydreams actually present themselves as music videos à la Paula Abdul’s Rush, Rush complete with glowing, imperfection-blurring lens filters?) I could only gaze up at him in wonder.

He was muddling me and I began to hear my brain soundtrack, this time it was Touch Me, by The Doors.