Page 120 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

"It really is beautiful. I love glass work, and the colors are simply stunning."

The smooth tones of his voice were like tendrils banding around my arms to keep me from drifting away.

Why did he sound so damn familiar?

"There you are," Hope rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I turned around and you were gone. Oh!" She grinned at the man standing next to me. "You met Miles, awesome. You told me you've listened to him before."

Wait. Miles?

As in Miles Villanueva, my favorite male narrator?

Was it possible to have a crush on someone you never met before? Cause if so, that was me with Miles Villanueva.

Except now you've met him.

Shut up, internal monologue. You aren't helping.

A squeak of surprise escaped me. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I looked at everything except Miles. "Gotta go. See you later!"

Before Hope or Tessa could stop me, I was darting away and into the elevator to make my escape.

Don't they say, 'Never meet your heroes?' Or rockstars? In my case that was narrators.

And I most certainly was not going to make a fool of myself in front of Miles Villanueva.

CHAPTER TWO

JESSIKA

One Year Later

Darkness surrounded me as I focused on my breathing, paying attention to the techniques my therapist had given me.

Deep breath in.

Two. Three. Four.

Hold it. Two. Three. Four.

Out.

Two. Three. Four.

I tried desperately to block out the noises coming from the other room. People laughing and having fun. Drinking to their heart's content.

You know, being normal twenty and thirty-year-olds.

Not someone who was hiding in a closet and trying not to completely lose it.

But here I was.

Thirty-four years old, and I could barely make it through a meet-and-greet mixer.

Why did I decide to come here again? Oh yeah, because normally, things like this energized me. But not today.

Nope.

Today, I only focused on the people around me laughing and having fun. Flirting.

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