In my best friend’s brother’s arms, I feel incredibly tempting. When Tyler looks at my lips, I remember our first kiss — seven years ago, when I left this city and swore I wouldn’t return. His hands wrap around my waist, and I remember the pain I felt when he rejected me.
We don’t belong to each other, and we shouldn’t be kissing.
I tried to avoid Tyler, but at his sister’s wedding we met again — in the same city, in the same house. He’s always around; his eyes mesmerize me. Memories of us overwhelm me, and when he smiles, I can’t breathe. I can’t get away from him. If he kisses me right now, I’ll drown in his embrace…
Now I’m asking Tyler to make me hate him, knowing he won’t be able to…