He was my first crush, my first kiss, my first everything.
But I’m not a lovesick teenager anymore, and I refuse to let him break my heart again.
So when he shows up out of the blue asking me to take a road trip with him “for old time’s sake,” I say I will. After all, it’s been ten years. I’m stronger and smarter, full of inner peace and harmony.
Except he’s still got eyes that make me weak. Kisses that steal my rational thoughts. Tattoos that declare war on my senses and a body that renders me completely defenseless. We’re just as good together as we were back then—better, even—and I’m willing to give the only man I’ve ever loved another chance.
But he’s got to tell me the truth.
She didn’t need to be rescued. I did.
From guilt. From regret. From the nagging fear that I’d wronged the one person in my life who’d loved me unconditionally.
All I’d wanted was her forgiveness. To know in my heart that she’d made peace with the past and had moved on without any permanent scars.
But that’s not what happened.
Because when I saw her, everything came back.
I can make her laugh, I can make her cry, I can make her body surrender to mine in ways that neither of us could have imagined back then. I can—and I do—love her more than she’ll ever know.
But I can’t tell her the real reason why I needed to spend these days with her.
And I can’t stay.