Tell Me It's Real (At First Sight, #1)

by T.J. Klune

Biker Vince nodded, eyes glinting. “Except….” He bit his bottom lip, then let it go. “Except for me. I use them.” He took another step, until his chest brushed against mine. He leaned in and I could feel his breath on my face and my lips parted and— “Kelly Clarkson,” I said. He stopped, mere inches from my face. “What?” he asked, that adorable look of confusion on his face yet again. “Don’t need no man,” I whispered. “She told me to be independent.” Must… resist… bike shorts…. “Who’s Kelly Clarkson?” he asked, leaning back a little and frowning. “Is she a friend of yours? If you want, I can talk to her for you. Put her at ease.” “Nocturnal emissions are wet dreams!” I shouted at him and then ran around him and back up the stairs. I tripped, but that’s cool. I meant to do it because it added more drama to my exit. I didn’t look back.