Check out Whisper To Me (Between Breaths Book #3) by Christina Lee. I just added this one to my reading list. Except below.
-NYT Best selling authors, Christina Lauren said this about WHISPER TO ME "Whisper to me lifts us up by the heartstrings and tosses us wildly about."
-USA Today Best selling author, Alice Clayton, said "Christina Lee is a new adult wonder!"
Summary
A hot and consuming New Adult romance about a wayward musician and the one girl who keeps him grounded…
At college, Rachel has a reputation for being a sarcastic flirt with a thing for star athletes. No one at school knows that she’d had her heart ripped to shreds by her high school sweetheart, who’d driven them both off the side of the road on a borrowed motorcycle, and then abandoned her. No one knows the real Rachel Mattson—except one person…
Ever since he helped nurse his sister’s feisty best friend back to health, pierced bass player Kai Nakos has been head over heels in love. But the supposed bad boy can’t risk letting Rachel know the truth—especially now that the two of them are back in their hometown for the summer, together for the first time since the months following that fateful night. Never mind that Rachel’s ex is back, groveling for her forgiveness.
Shaken by her ex’s return, Rachel finds herself turning to the one guy she knows she can trust. Kai is willing to hide his feelings for her, just to have Rachel touch him again. After all, this is only a temporary fling. Until it becomes something more. But maybe it had been more all along.
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Excerpt
I padded to the kitchen and reached for a glass, unsure if Kai was even awake. As I turned
the faucet on low, I heard it—the soft hum of his bass. My heart leapt in my chest. I didn’t know
what the hell I was so anxious about. But the anticipation of seeing him, just talking to him alone,
had revved my pulse to a feverish tempo.
But maybe he didn’t want any company tonight.
I wandered over to his door, unsure of what I’d say or even if I’d knock. Instead, I stood
motionless, listening to him play. It was a low and drowsy strum, and I swayed against the wall,
my senses dulled. During a longer pause, my knuckles tapped once and then twice against the
wood.