“I take a hit off my cigarette then crane my head up to face Eric. I expel a cloud of smoke into his face, smirking at him. I feel like playing a little game with you, Mr. Stewart. His face grows more smug as the traveling smolder gently collides into his face.
“Rookie.” He raises an eyebrow at me, maintaining his smug expression. He looks rather sultry.”
—excerpt from Chances, Chapter 2: Vogue pt. I














