Author: Devon Ashley
Published by Self-Published
Release Date January 21, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
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She loves him. He loves her. But sometimes love just isn't that easy...
Everything happens for a reason. I just wish I knew the why behind mine.
Five years ago, graduation wasn’t what it was supposed to be. Publicly humiliated, Melanie was more than happy to kiss off her high school sweetheart. But in doing so, she lost more than just her boyfriend, she lost the only other guy she truly cared for – his best friend, Shane.
Shane loathed the idea of returning to his small hometown. He just wanted to get in, help his best friend manage a legal matter, and get the hell back out again. But he wasn’t expecting to run into the one girl who got away, who always held a piece of his heart despite the animosity that lingered. Melanie could’ve been the one, but after everything that happened, trust was a serious issue.
She just wanted to do right by her son. He just wanted to do right by his best friend. And just when they thought they could find the strength to forgive the sins of the past, more secrets and lies bubble to the surface, threatening to push them irrevocably apart.
As I lay in bed, I couldn’t keep my thoughts off Mel, constantly scanning through the memories, trying to decide when it all went wrong. On the surface, she seemed the perfect girlfriend. The way Brad always talked about her, he sure as hell didn’t see her betrayal coming. Guess I was lucky it wasn’t me, because through the years, she was the only girl I ever wanted to take seriously. Even though she wasn’t mine.
God, I wanted her to be though. All that time stuck watching Brad get to be on the receiving end of her kisses, the playful smiles and suggestive commentary only said when she thought no one was close enough to hear. Of course, I was always near, my ears solely focused on her voice no matter my efforts to thwart them, endlessly punishing me for not asking her out before it was too late.
I wanted to be mad at her, wanted to hate her. She deserved it. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t quit thinking of her, keep from smiling every time I pictured her on Lake Palestine, floating lazily in circles on an inner tube, wearing one of those strapless bikinis, her cheeks flushed and spotted with summer freckles that made her scrunch her nose with annoyance.
Seeing her brought it all back, made that yearning feeling I used to have for her resurface. Something was seriously wrong with me. I wanted none of the girls I could easily have, but that one girl, the one who I knew wasn’t trustworthy, who would probably rip my heart to shreds the way she did with Brad’s? Hell, last night I was two seconds away from bending her over one of those barstools, and it wasn’t to give her the spanking she surely deserved. To this day I still wanted her to want me.
I groaned and shoved the pillow over my face. I had inadvertently put the image of her bending over in my head, my hand trailing up the outside of her bare thigh, slowly lifting her skirt to get a peek of the curve hidden beneath, making my damn dick twitch to life. I pounded and pounded my head through the pillow, but suffocating myself with darkness only made it that much easier for my imagination to sock it to me.