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304 pages, ebook
First published September 2, 2014
There’s just too much in our past to ever make this work. Two wrongs will never, ever make a right.
“You didn’t have to meet me outside,” I say.
Before I can move back, lips land on my cheek. My mouth falls open at the sudden scorching heat between us and I stare at him, unable to speak.
His eyes drop and he shoves his hands in his pockets, but his lips quirk up. “Friends wait for friends. Friends kiss each other on the cheek.”
He’s pushing it, but I secretly don’t mind it at all—not that I’d let him know that.
I push his shoulder back. “I don’t think friends let their tongue leave their mouth during a slight peck on the cheek.”
He shrugs. “So I have a few things to learn.”
Thoughts of her—her smile . . . never forced but always bright, her hair . . . red like fire, her body . . . hot and sexy—have flooded me with need all night, yet it’s her attitude . . . sassy but somehow innocent . . . that has made me burn for her.
That’s how I feel about her. She’s my missing piece—my Rosebud.
We all want second chances. Perhaps we even all need them. But we don’t all get them. I know I’m one of the lucky ones.