Semua Bab Rewrite Our Story: Best Friend's Brother Second Chance : Bab 21 - Bab 30

MARE - AGE NINETEEN“DO you ever wonder what the stars look like in other places in the world?”Cade and I lie on his mom’s nice blanket, both of our faces turned to the stars. I don’t know how long we’ve been here. Long enough for my breathing to go completely calm from stillness. Cade’s fingers brush through my hair, combing through the waves as we sometimes talk and sometimes sit in silence as we take in the beauty of the stars above us.Cade shifts from underneath me, his fingers skirting along my hairline. “Not really. I don’t think there’s anywhere else in this world that has a better view than I do right now.”I push off him so I can look him in the eye. My eyes narrow. “Surely you think there’s somewhere else, anywhere else, that has a better view than here in Sutten.”He shakes his head, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I’ve never wanted to leave. I don’t care about the other views.” His eyes rake over me in a way that has shivers running down my spine. “Not when I hav

MARE - PRESENTMY FEET ACHE. I’m four beers and two shots deep into the night. Shockingly, I’m having the best time. It feels good to let go for a bit. Life doesn’t feel as heavy here. Not right now. Not in this moment.Pippa and I laugh freely as I miss so many of the steps; my line dancing skills are a bit rusty from the years I’ve been absent. With every drink and every new song, I get more comfortable. The steps come back to me, and I’m reminded of all the nights Pippa and I spent here before we went off to college.Pippa and I almost keel over in a laughing fit when we bump into one another by accident. The impact was so abrupt that we almost topple over.A hand grasps my arm, steadying me before I can get too off-balance. Looking up, I find a smiling Brendan looking down at me. I’m reminded of how much I appreciated him at nineteen. I liked that I was never guessing if he was interested in me or not—unlike with Cade. Even now, it seems like the interest is still there. He hasn’t

MARE - PRESENTI COULDN’T HANDLE STARING BACK at the hurt in Cade’s eyes any longer. I could’ve lied and told him that I didn’t want to kiss him, but it would’ve been the furthest thing from the truth. From the moment I saw him again, I couldn’t help but wonder if he still tasted the same.I need to know if he still tastes like mine.Our lips crash against one another in a wild frenzy. We’re all lips and teeth and tongues as we try to make up for all the lost time between us. He kisses me angrily, as if he’s throwing all his pent up aggression into the kiss.He still tastes the same. But better.He must’ve recently had a peppermint because that’s all I can taste when his tongue caresses against mine. My mouth opens wider for him when he pulls on the hair that runs down my back, angling my head in a way that makes the kiss even deeper.I forget that we’re in the middle of a back parking lot, making out like a bunch of teenagers even though anybody could find us.It doesn’t matter. I’d

“Being a liar doesn’t suit you, Goldie.” His words are angry, so much bitterness laced in his tone. Surprisingly, the goose bumps starting to appear on my skin aren’t from the cold. It’s from the subtle rage burning in his eyes.“Stop telling me I’m lying when you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I fire back at him.“You know exactly what this house is. What this spot is,” he says, raising his voice. He points behind him. “We spent summer nights under the stars going over your favorite floor plans, what you wanted in a house. Right here. At this spot. You can’t tell me you forgot that.”I shrug. I remember every fucking second of it. It’s torture to recall a simpler time, a time where I thought love could overcome anything. It was a time that I thought Cade Jennings loved me the way I loved him.I was so very, very wrong. And the fact that he remembers—and that he’s carrying out with the plan—makes me want to break down right here in front of him. How dare he still make good on

I swallow the lump in my throat. It pains me to speak up and not tell her how I’m feeling. But I do it anyway, because I’d do anything for her, even when it hurts me. “I think that I’m counting on you to find all the other beautiful places the stars shine bright in the world.”Her eyelids get heavy with sadness. She closes them for a few seconds, as if she’s trying to get ahold of herself. I have to keep my jaw locked to not open my mouth and tell her the thing I want most in this world is for her to want to stay on this ranch forever. My teeth grind together so loudly I’m wondering if she can hear them.It appears she’s too lost in the hurt to realize the restraint it’s taking me to ask her to stay. Finally, she opens her eyes. There’s sadness in those beautiful blue eyes of hers. I’d rather see it now then later on when we’re already too far gone.My thumb brushes over her cheekbone. “Will you do that for me?”She leans into my touch, locks of her hair brushing against my arm in the