It's You

By Tessa London

He was always a mystery for her and she hated him. They never got along but when he came back from his first year of college, he started acting differently little by little, and by the time she knew it, she was falling for him. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, but deep down she always thought he was handsome. Axel and Olivia, they were soon going to get caught up in a passionate love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tessa London
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370986132

Tessa London

Tessa London is a person who loves writing stories, whether it'd be mushy romance, or erotica. She loves writing in both of those sub-genres. She is originally from south Texas and loves travelling while also writing. Her pass time is to curl up with her favorite soft blanket and a good book.

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It’s You

A Short Story

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By

Tessa London

Story Description:

He was always a mystery for her and she hated him. They never got along but when he came back from his first year of college, he started acting differently little by little, and by the time she knew it, she was falling for him. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, but deep down she always thought he was handsome. Axel and Olivia, they were soon going to get caught up in a passionate love.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

It's You

Copyright © Tessa London, 2017

All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be produced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronically, photocopying, mechanical, or otherwise – without prior permission of the publisher and author.

Chapter One

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Walking down the hallway of this house was the most normal thing for me. I had been doing it for several years, and it wasn’t even my house. My best friend and I always had sleepovers in her house. So, I had gotten used to walking up and down these halls and stairs and going into the kitchen as if I was home.

I was currently heading down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It was Friday, Sam’s parents had left to their jobs, and she was still sleeping. She could honestly sleep all day, not me though. I had been accustomed to waking up at six in the morning, even if I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to bring those memories up. As I went into the kitchen, I noticed a jacket on the living room’s couch, which was right across from the kitchen.