Chapter 4
Maggie
Phoenix’s kisses burned through me. Never in my life had steam risen out of my skin from a boy’s kiss.
Not that Phoenix was a boy. He was all man, virile, strong, and I wanted him more than I should.
And he probably just wanted me to reform his image. It’s why he’d joined the show.
His goals shouldn’t matter. I needed to win to land my own chance.
Plus I wasn’t about to give up my values. I’d been saving myself. For true love.
No more kisses, ever.
Because there was no way Phoenix was that mythical guy I’d supposedly been waiting for.
No, he was the opposite. He was the guy who burned through women, and I’d just be another memory to him.
Yet I ached to save him in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d never wanted to fix any other guy that I knew was trouble.
I’d have t
