Release Date: June 24
Jamison Bexley was the one who got away.
If only I hadn’t pushed him.
Seven years ago, he was my everything.
My safe haven.
My best friend.
However, dating was never an option.
Not when his eyes gravitated toward every girl in town but me.
That is, until the curse of bad timing found us both… and struck.
All it took was one night.
One big mistake.
Altering everything we could ever be.
I’m still paying for my sins all these years later.
Life has been downright cruel.
I’m working countless hours trying to hold onto the pieces of my shattered dreams.
Determined that nothing will keep me from my end-goal.
Until Jamison struts back into our small town and gets a first-hand glimpse of my life.
Suddenly, he wants to be my knight in shining armor.
But I don’t need a savior.
Those moments in time are long gone.
And he’s about to realize why.
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I lean back against his chest while I grind against him. “Tell me how it feels for you.”
His lips fall to my ear, and he whispers, “Familiar.”
The instant the word is out of his mouth, my heart thumps chaotically against my ribcage because I know exactly why he would say that.
“Tell me you remember that night after senior prom.” His words are so soft and airy, they tickle my neck and linger there for a long beat before he speaks again. “We were all camping out in the woods, and you and I had decided to share our own tent.”
Heat billows through my body at the memory. “Everyone was having the loudest sex. We were trying not to laugh,” I add.
“You were trying not to laugh,” he says.
“That’s right.” My cheeks heat. “Because I was muffling you.”
“So I started tickling you.”
“And we started wrestling.”
My skin is scorching, thanks to the very vivid memory. I remember that night well, not because of what happened between us in that tent but because Jami was the only one who had asked me to our senior prom. Heartbroken, I told Jami I wasn’t going, and that was when he asked me. It ended up being one of the best nights of my life.
“You were wearing that sexy little red tube dress.” His tone becomes raspy with his words.
“You had stripped down to your boxer briefs.”
His nose grazes my cheek. “And you had a— what’d you call it again?”
“A wardrobe malfunction.”
He chuckles with his next groan. “Yeah, that’s it. Your tits came bouncing out, and I couldn’t stop staring.”
There’s a whirring in my chest as I sneak a look at him. “And I let you.” He sighs as his eyes flutter closed then back open. “I wanted you to look. I wanted you to do more than look.”
My mind fogs as I continue to move for Jami while imagining myself right back in that tent with him. Back when there was still the possibility of something more.
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