About Kiss Me Tenderly:
🎶 college rockstar romance
👌 good girl bad boy romance
🥵 d!rty talking rockstar in hiding
🥰 virgin heroine
🦮 blind heroine with guide dog
📃 bucket list
😏 praise
🔥 slow burn
🖤 suspense vibes
“It’s on your list,” I point out. “Say yes to an invitation. So I dare you to say yes to me. To my proposition.”
She shakes her head, her cheeks turning rosy. “This isn’t how it works.”
“Isn’t it?” I challenge, moving closer to her. Maybe it’s a mistake to push her this hard this fast, but I can’t help myself. It’s stronger than me. And it’s not even about her giving in and helping me, not wholly. I liked pushing her buttons, seeing how she was going to react. “I didn’t see any explanations, just the items on the list, and one clearly states you have to say yes to something. Why can’t it be me?”
“Because I don’t like you?”
“Hmm…” I raise my hand, slowly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers graze her cheek. Her skin feels like silk under my fingertips, that rosy color turning darker at my touch. “Why do I have a feeling that you’re lying? Twice in a row, if I might add. I didn’t peg you for a liar, Birdy.”
“I’m not a liar, and not everything revolves around you, you know?”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree, at least for the moment. I’ve read the list, you know? All of it. I stayed up way too late trying to get it to make sense, but I finally did. I can help you with the list, and you know it.” I let my fingers trail down her chin, my thumb running over her lower lip. “Things I can teach you…”
Some things were typical college bucket list items, others… A virgin. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, and yet I was. I couldn’t imagine a reason why a girl like her was single. Why didn’t some small-town, goody-two-shoes boy snatch her up right after high school and take her to the altar? I have no idea. But I was selfishly glad for it. So fucking glad, and none of it had anything to do with her music at all.
The more I learned about Penelope, the more she intrigued me. And this was just scraps. I wanted to know it all. I wanted to know her tells. I wanted to know her wishes and dreams. I wanted to know what made her angry. I wanted to know her, plain and simple.
“Why do you need to hear me play so badly? I’m not even that good.”
The softly spoken question snaps me out of my thoughts. I pull back, unsure if I heard her correctly, but her face is completely serious.
Not that good? Is she crazy?
She’s one of the most talented musicians I’ve heard in a long-ass time. Maybe a little raw, but that only makes it that more special. That more real.
“You have no fucking idea just how good you are,” I shake my head and simply stare at her. My praise makes her cheeks flush harder.
Innocent. So damn innocent. The vice grip around my stomach tightens at the realization, making me feel unsettled.
This has a bad idea written all over it, but I can’t back down now. I don’t want to.
“I’m average at best. So why me? Why not somebody else?”
Average, my ass.
“Your music makes me feel. You make me feel. And I haven’t felt anything in so long that I forgot what it’s like.”
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