Mag-log inAndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
A week after my birthday, things finally begin to feel like they are moving forward instead of circling the same storm. Greg stands in the middle of the physical therapy room, rolling his wrist slowly, testing the movement. The splint was gone. The stiffness lingered, but it isn’t the same sharp, li
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my bag until I reached my apartment door, and my fingers ached when I loosened them. For a second, I just stand here. Breathing. Letting the cold air from outside fade, letting the adrenaline settle, though it doesn’t fully. It buzzes under my skin, sharp,
Morning arrived too quickly. The soft glow of winter light filtered through the curtains in my apartment, catching on empty glasses, crumpled wrapping paper, and the quiet aftermath of the night before. Someone probably Sav had thrown a blanket over Chase at some point, though his feet still hung of
Sav grins. “Signed by the Dodgers starting pitcher Shohei Ohtani. It’s the official playoffs ball.” Chase turns it slightly, reading the signature, his eyes widening. “You’re joking. This is insane.” “Not joking,” she says. “Thought you might like it.” He stands up abruptly and pulls her in for a
He hesitated, then admitted, “Because there’s that strong feeling I have again and again when I’m around you. I think I can’t explain it properly, but it’s driving me a little mad.” I feel my breath catch in my throat, trying not to think too much about what he is saying. “Mad how?” “Like I’m supp
Aboard the plane, I head toward the seat I assigned myself when a flight attendant stops me. “Excuse me, Miss. Your seat is this way. “They upgraded you to First Class.” Excuse me? They couldn’t have upgraded me. Could they?“You must be mistaken. I neither paid for First Class nor received informat
“I’m good, thanks.” I turn to walk away, but Greg stops me by grabbing hold of my arm, pulling me back toward him. “You still reading those smutty books that get you so turned on you become ravenous?” Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free.I can’t believe he remembers
“Jen, I know you’re crying. There’s no need to hide it from me. I am feeling the same pain and hurt you are. I hate the pain I caused you all those years ago. There’s nothing more I can do than apologize; that’s all I can offer until I can remember why I did what I did.”“Just drop it, Greg. It’s al







