Free Finding London (Flawed Heart #1) by Ellie Wade

my heart to stutter in my chest.
    “London”—I pull air into my lungs that feel as if they are suffocating—“will you go on a date with me?” I get out the words that I’ve never uttered before. There’s a first time for everything.
    “Of course!” she answers immediately.
    I stare at her wide grin. It, like everything else about her, does something crazy to me. She makes me insane, and it’s an insanity I’ve never felt before.
    I have a feeling that I will be experiencing a lot of firsts with London. To prove my point, I lean in, and without warning, I take her mouth in mine. She lets out a surprised gasp, and then almost immediately, her lips move against my own. My entire body seems to vibrate in satisfaction.
    This is the first time I’ve kissed a girl because I genuinely wanted to feel her lips and taste her sweetness. Kisses have always been a step I needed to complete before sleeping with a chick. The kiss has never been the priority, the core focus. But this right here, with London, is the motherfucking main event.
    This is the first instance that I couldn’t stop myself because my attraction to her lips was so overpowering that I’d lose my mind if I had to go another second without feeling them.
    Yes, this is going to be the first of many firsts with London, and I’m going to enjoy them all…while they last.

London
    “Well, you know what they say. Better to have fucked and lost than never to have fucked at all.”
    —London Wright
    “I still can’t believe you ran into him at the airport. What are the chances of that?” Paige sits on my bed amid her pile of gossip magazines. Her attention is torn between the gossip of Hollywood’s rich and famous and my own world of exciting developments.
    “I know. It was meant to be. I really think so.” I unclip another section of my hair from where it was twisted atop my head, so I can curl it. “I’m nervous though. He’s so hot and cold. Well…he’s pretty much all cold, except for when planes are landing at Metro Airport. Apparently, under those circumstances, he just wants to make out.”
    Paige and I burst into laughter.
    “He’s strange, for sure. He’s lucky he’s so damn fine.” Paige returns her attention to the magazine in her hand. “Just remember, it’s no use, crying over spilled milk.”
    I groan. “Nothing spilled, you dork. I know you’re the proverb queen and all, but how about you stick with your own words when giving advice? They tend to make a little more sense.”
    She huffs, “Well, talk about the pot calling the kettle black.”
    I throw my hairbrush at her. “I hate you.”
    She uses the magazine to block the brush from hitting her. “You love me,” she says with a chuckle.
    “You’re right; I do. But you do know that you kinda make me crazy, right?”
    She shrugs. “It’s a gift. What can I say?”
    Ignoring her rhetorical question, I ask, “How do I look?” I spin around, displaying my date outfit for approval. I’m wearing my favorite skinny jeans and a baby-pink T-shirt. I finish the outfit off with glittery ballet flats. I’m hoping the outfit screams casual but cute in that I-don’t-have-to-try-to-be-sexy-but-I-am-anyway vibe.
    Paige peruses my entire look. “You look hot, but you’re, like, naturally gorgeous without even trying.”
    “Yes! Thank you! That’s exactly what I was going for. You’re right; I do love you.”
    “Where are you going? Did he say?”
    I grab my cell to check the time. He’ll be here any minute.
    “No”—I shake my head—“he didn’t.” I apply a few extra doses of my body spray and another quick run of my lip gloss.
    “Well, you know what they say about surprises?” she asks.
    I grab my clutch and a light jacket. It’s a hot June day, and I doubt I’ll need it, but it’s better to be prepared. “No, Paige, I have no idea what they say about surprises. Please enlighten me with your wisdom.”
    “I don’t know either. I thought maybe you’d