“You’re gorgeous. Even better looking than the day I fell in love with you.”
The words are a constant reminder of what true love is. Olivia Dawson’s alarm goes off at the same time every day and she disappears into her room to hear Duncan’s voice, see his face, miss him even more for being untouchable. Olivia loves with her entire heart, and her love for Duncan is unmatched, but there’s something about her new roommate she just can’t seem to ignore—no matter how hard she tries.
“I miss you so much.”
“What are you doing?” he chastises as I scoot a sliver of watercress away from my food. “That’s the best part!”
I hold my plate up for him as he stabs the evil vegetable with his fork and pops it into his mouth.
Plush lips, strong jaw, and masculine slashed eyebrows—this man has everything going for him.
I give my head a slight shake and turn my attention back to the TV. He seems relaxed and unfazed by sitting on the couch beside me. I, on the other hand, am full of turmoil. His thigh is touching mine, his shoulder bumps mine every now and then, and my body shakes slightly when he laughs, ever aware of his proximity.
“You seem like a Hermione,” he says as Harry and Ron sit down beside her in the library.
I watch her with sad eyes as she struggles to remain proud and unaffected by the naysayers trying to pull her down. I’m nothing like her. She stands up to those who throw negativity her way. She faces adversity with her head held high. I cower and hide.
“I wish I were as strong as her,” I say, my voice low. “I used to be like her.”
“What changed?” I tilt my head in his direction, finding the softness in his voice matches the compassion in his eyes.
Looking away, I shake my head, trying my best not to let the tears stinging my eyes fall down my cheek.
“Hey,” Bryson says, reaching over and hooking a finger under my chin, “forget I said anything.”
His finger is gone just as fast, and I miss his touch immediately. My appetite gone, I lean forward and place my half eaten plate of food on the coffee table, the idea of hiding away in my room sounding better by the second.
“Nope,” Bryson says. Picking up my plate, he puts it back on my lap and points to the pile of broccoli. “None of that. Only those in the Slytherin house refuse to eat their vegetables. You’re not Slytherin, are you?”
I grin at his silliness. “Hufflepuff all the way.”
I pop a chunk of food in my mouth.
Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.
Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.