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332 pages, Paperback
First published November 13, 2018
Sarina Bowen is the 24-time USA Today bestselling and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary fiction, including: The Five Year Lie, the True North series, and the Brooklyn Hockey series. She's the co-author of Him/Us and the WAGs series with Elle Kennedy. And more!
There are people who would mock me for saying I fell for Skye in one afternoon when I was eighteen. But that one afternoon was followed by hundreds of hours of talking in the woods.
"With you, there’s no such thing as casual. The fire I feel for you won’t ever go out."
"Some things are true whether it’s convenient or not.” I count them up on the fingers of one hand, held out in front of her. “Global warming. Neurotic families. I accidentally bought whole bean coffee instead of ground. So we can’t make coffee this morning after all. Four— your stepsister is a flake who’s doing things the hard way. And Five— I loved you from the first day I met you. That’s never going away.”
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❝...when you look at me the way you're looking at me right now, I feel like a superhero.❞
❝Vermont didn't break me. It tried, but it didn't.❞
❝The heat in her eyes? I put it there. She's like a gift that was never mine to unwrap. But now she's looking up at me like I hung the moon and stars.❞
*I received an early version of this book to voluntarily read.*
Twelve years ago, I’d never known what I’d done to deserve Benito. He was the greatest gift I’d ever been given.
Back then, my whole world orbited around this man. Even now I feel my world tilt subtly in his direction. He has his own gravitational pull.
When Skye had come into my life, I’d wanted her from the first second. But we can’t always get what we want. I realized right away that Skye hadn’t needed a horny teenage boy trying to get under her skirt. She’d needed a friend and a protector
It had been easy to be her friend, and harder to keep her safe. Ultimately I’d failed at both, and that’s how I lost her. I can’t fail again.
But—Jesus Christ—the love of my life has the worst possible timing.
“One chance. One night.”
“One night,” she says slowly. “For…” She doesn’t even finish the sentence. Sixteen-year-old Skye never said the word sex, and couldn’t refer to it without blushing. It appears that twenty eight-year-old Skye is the same.
“Fireworks,” I whisper, trying not to scare her. “With me.”
“I feel so guilty. She’s out there somewhere, hiding from something, and I’m here…”
“Having really good sex with someone who loves you?”
Skye turns sharply, her blue eyes wide with surprise. “Benny,” she whispers.
“What? I’m not supposed to say that? Sorry, honey. Some things are true whether it’s convenient or not.”
There’s no way I’m letting Skye walk out of my life a second time. It’s not happening.
I missed out on twelve years with my girl, and I don’t want to miss another second.