Cross the Line Magic

I’m being stalked. Everyone thinks I’m just being silly, but I know better. He is everywhere; at my grocery store, my dry cleaners, he somehow even got himself invited to my house for Thanksgiving. He’s charmed my parents, brothers and even my pig. He was smooth about it though, I really did not see Jax Cross coming. It could have been the cheese puff in my eye, but I really didn’t see those big brown eyes, sparkling smile, and two perfect dimples heading my way. I’m gonna try and fight it. At least I’ll give him a run for his money, I’m MacKenzie Michaels. And I’m so screwed. I got hit by my Bus a few weeks ago. Hard. What’s a Bus? My One. My Person. The missing piece to my soul. The ying to my yang. The PB to my J. Only she’s been driving in the other direction ever since I started trying to catch her. It's possible I have my work cut out for me. I may just have to cross a few lines to make it happen… I’m Jax Cross and I don’t recommend calling your One a Bus to her face.