Capture

For the last year I've lived my life via text. It's not because I don't want to talk, it's because trauma prevents me from getting any words out. We all have our things don't we? It worked for me. Until my Hollywood friends decide that I need a little bit of adventure by way of forcing me to become Lincoln Greene's new assistant. They're filming in my hometown. Waiting on him hand and foot is suddenly the least of my worries. Because Lincoln? He's not a texter. He's a talker. And he may just talk his way right into my heart before I have time to put up any sort of boundaries. He's my enemy. And then he's my best friend. And now I want to talk more than ever, say the words that don't mean as much when you type them out on your phone. But I'm broken. And even Hollywood's newest heartthrob can't fix me, no matter how hard he believes he can.