Emma fucking Winchester
She’s the little sister of my ex-best friend, Forrest. She’s off limits like tempting forbidden fruit, and I’m the snake slithering through the grass.
She ignites a fire in me. One I can’t explain. One I sure as fuck can’t control. It’s raw and primal.
She’s sweet, and I am not.
She’s pure, and I’m broken.
When I came back to the town and past I’d left behind ten years ago to make it big in the world of underground fighting – it was for one reason, and one reason only. To take care of my Grandma Rose, and I’ll do it by any means necessary. Even if it means doing the one thing I said I’d never do.
I didn’t expect to see Emma again.
I didn’t expect to want her the way I do.
I didn’t expect to peel back all her perfectly controlled layers or for her to see through mine.
Yeah, I should have stayed as far away from this town as I could have. I could have sent money to help my grandma. But when the one person who’s ever told you they loved you and meant it is dying—you do whatever the fuck it is you need to do to make sure they’re comfortable. I could have stayed away from Evansdale, but I didn’t.
Now one look at Emma Winchester and I’m spiraling. Hard. My intentions with Emma aren’t entirely impure. She’s sweet. Innocent even. Don’t get me wrong— I want to steal her away and lock her up where she can be mine, and mine alone. Just seeing her today ignited something in me. Something protective. Real cave man type shit. It’s confusing in a way that has my head spinning and my body prickling with a desire I can only describe as primal. It doesn’t make any sense.
The same way it doesn’t make sense that I’m watching the clock. The empty, hollow ticking vibrates in my bones as the needle goes around and around until it’s closing time and Emma still hasn’t shown.
I will be using NaNo to finish off the final 50k words of my novel, which I am aiming for 80-90k words. I’ve been trying to get to 30-35k before November 1 and I am on track at 19,819 as of last night!