Lyrical (Academy of Stardom, #2)

by Bea Paige

Her passion, her anger, her fear, her rage, it cut me deep and I’m fucking bleeding from the wounds. I’m bleeding out like a motherfucking soldier ripped apart in the crossfire of some fucking war he never wanted to be a part of. It pours out of me. My blood drips from every goddamn pore. She slayed me. Slayed us with one motherfucking dance. She punched her fists into my chest and wrapped her fingers around my heart and squeezed. She’s reignited feelings that I’ve long since buried.

His night-time eyes are filled with a fucking galaxy of emotion, his secrets like shooting stars burning bright and too fast to grab hold of. I snap my head away, out of his hold. He’s too close, too raw, too emotional.

You dance with passion, with fire. You fucking slay me. I’d willingly burn up in your flames, and suffocate in your ashes, if it meant I could hold you close again. If it meant you’d let me in.

“Dancing with you is a gift, Pen. Loving you an inevitability,” he whispers against my lips before tucking my head against his chest and moving with me to the sensual beat of the music.

And just like that, I’m a goner. Hook, line, and fucking sinker. She’s captured me like a fish on a goddamn rod and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m hers again. There’s no doubt in my mind. There’s no fear, no pain, no anger, no fucking question. I’m hers if she’ll have me.

“I’ve missed your scent. You smell like summer heat and starry nights. You smell like home.”