Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

God damn. My momma said don’t fuck with rock stars, but it’s so hard when they look this delectable and lickable. Seriously!

yes!

Shit. I need therapy and dickaholics anonymous or something to keep me away from him. At this point, I don’t think I’ll be able to deny him any longer, and I’ll give into his every whim.

😁

“Lyrics come from the heart, Pretty Girl. Unexpectedly. Beautiful. Raw. Lyrics appear out of nowhere,” he murmurs, scrunching his brows.

Rad💙

We each watch her with different intensity levels, but she seems to bring out the good in us. Our music gets heavier and better. A new song emerges from the flames of our fingers, and we dive into a new chapter of our lives. One with River in it at our side. Forever.

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