Giving In (Stoneview Stories, #1)

by Lola King

Jake and his deep blue ocean eyes, his jet-black hair. Emily is right, what we all thought impossible happened: he had a glow up this summer.

I recognize one of the tattoos on his neck straight away, having just seen it on Rose’s forearm. It’s of a thin ‘X’, big enough to fit a small crown just above where the two lines cross and a ‘W’ right under. On the left side of the crossing there is the number ‘19’ and on the right side ‘33’. I’ve never really wondered what it meant until now, seeing it on this guy’s neck.

As soon as she drops the smile, I miss it though. It’s like she was lighting the room and it suddenly got dark.

This is my territory, baby, you’re just a little sheep that walked right into the wolf’s den.

“If you keep humping me, I’m gonna have to fuck you. I can only resist for so long,” he lowers his mouth close to mine, “and I don’t think you’ll like it. I’m rough.”

“Your moans are a fucking drug, you know that?”

“Stop wasting your time and energy on things that make you miserable.