I know what youre thinking, Zara Williams? Any relation to Zara Larsson? Nope. Just your regular-degular, 21-year-old girl who (mostly) has her life together. I’ve got a plan, a vision, and a future that makes sense. But there’s one thing—one person—I just can’t figure out no matter how hard I try.
Nickoi Jacobs.
Whew. Speaking of trouble He’s got bad written all over him, and he wears it well—dangerously well. Gangs, fast cars, an even faster lifestyle—Nickoi is the kind of chaos I don’t do. He’s the exact opposite of everything I want. So why do I get butterflies whenever he’s around? And that look—the one that makes my pulse race and my common sense evaporate—how does he do that?
I shouldn’t be falling for him. He’s not my type.
…Right?
