He Fumbled Both Timelines
The year my dad went broke, I was sent to live with billionaire heir Jace Blackwell.
We grew up together.
When he had a fever, he clung to me, face buried in my arms.
When he got yelled at, he sprawled across my lap and sulked.
And when another boy wrote me a love letter, Jace pinned me down and kissed me—shaking, jealous, possessive.
Everyone thought we were the perfect couple.
Then, on the day we were filling out our early college applications, a sharply dressed man burst into the classroom and shoved me to the floor.
He grabbed eighteen-year-old Jace, his eyes bloodshot.
"Jace! Look at me! I'm you ten years from now! Don't go to the same college as Nadia. She's not the one you love. It's Faye!"
Faye Whitmore.
The broke new girl.
Eighteen-year-old Jace stared at that identical face, stunned. Then his expression went dark.
"What the hell are you talking about? The only person I love is Nadia! I don't care who you are. Touch her again, and I'll kill you!"
He rushed over and pulled me into his arms.
He was shaking.
I gave a bitter smile.
No one knew.
I was from ten years in the future, too.
And twenty-eight-year-old Jace wasn't lying.
By then, I wasn't the girl he loved anymore.