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Date de parution
11 août 2020
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0
EAN13
9781789823066
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
11 août 2020
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781789823066
Langue
English
Unspoken
J.W. Voyce
First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 J.W. Voyce
The right of J.W. Voyce to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
It began with the briefest of glances. One of those unremarkable optical exchanges, the first couple of which, could easily have been brushed off as inadvertent; a mere by-product of being in someone’s general vicinity. The third one was prolonged however, heaving with implication. On the fourth Tom registered a smile. Not conclusively welcoming, merely cordial, nor, god forbid, one born of mockery. It was subtle, cryptic, with an air of seduction. Transient, it vanished as quickly as it emerged, but in the next silent interplay Tom was sure to return a smile of his own, trying his utmost to emulate her elusiveness.
After this, his attention was abruptly drawn back to the band onstage. He’d waited years for the opportunity to watch them live, and here he was letting himself become distracted by a perfect stranger. Women had always been his kryptonite, his friends joked that he fell in love as often as he used the bathroom. He summoned every ounce of his resolve to focus solely on The Temperate Sea, enjoying them as much as any man could while simultaneously fighting an electromagnet tugging at the side of his head. One of his favourite songs was hurtling towards its impressive crescendo. He kept his eyes on stage for the remainder of the song, and much of the one after, before the pull became irresistible and he was compelled to peer back across the crowd. She was no longer there.
