Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me, #1)

by Kelsie Rae

It’s an airdrop notification. From someone I most definitely don’t know. Colt Thorne would like to share a note.

This message is for the cute girl in the beater who was staring at me at the light. Hope this is you. You should text me. 547-555-4119

Theodore Taylor runs off booze, tits, and hockey like a toddler does with sippy cups, Disney+, and naptime.

“Want to know a secret, Sunshine?” His tongue darts out between his lips, and his gaze drops to my mouth, then flicks back to my eyes. “I would’ve noticed.”

“And you’re right. You and I don’t know each other. But I’ll let you keep the shirt. It looks good on you.”