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He kissed me again, and I let myself love him, just for that moment. It wouldn’t be forever. Right? I could allow myself this one, selfish moment because I needed it, needed him.

I woke up a few hours later, daylight streaming through the windows. I glanced over at Oliver and my heart ached.

I thought about the great life he had, his beautiful son, everything he’d made for himself. I didn’t have that. I didn’t have any of that. I’d left it all behind.

I had to admit to myself that I was a little jealous of his life, and not just because I wanted it for my own. I wanted itwithOliver. That was always the plan growing up. I’d get settled in a career, and I’d have Oliver and everything else I’d ever wanted.

But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, we'd gotten into a senseless fight that ended everything.

My chest hurt as my heart started to race again, this time from panic and fear of falling back in love with him.

I had to get out of there. Besides, I shouldn’t be around when his son woke up. That would be awkward and confusing for him.

I stood up, slowly extricating myself from Oliver’s arms so he wouldn’t wake, then made my way to the top of the stairs.

I hadn’t gotten a good look at the house last night, but today, I could see how homey it was. It had Oliver’s touch, but it felt like a home instead of just a bachelor pad.

The furniture looked comfortable, and the décor was simple but tasteful. Although it lacked a woman’s touch, I believed it was a very happy home, and for some reason, that made my eyes well with tears.

I hurried out of the house, all but sprinting across the terrace and grounds to get to my place.

I was breathing hard by the time I got to the cabin, but I managed to get inside and make a pot of coffee before a knock sounded at my door.

Frowning, certain of who it could be, I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

As expected, Oliver stood there. And he looked mad.

I opened the door and took in a deep breath as he stormed in.

“You always run away,” he accused.

I stood there for a moment, staring at him, anger rushing through my veins. “You dumped me, remember?” I said shakily, clenching my fists at my sides. “You’re the one who broke up with me, all those years ago.”

“What else was I supposed to do?” he shot back.

“You were supposed to trust me,” I whispered.

Chapter 12

Oliver

Iwas suddenly jolted back into the past at Lexie’s words, and it washed over me like a tidal wave.

My father had told me something unthinkable. I didn’t believe it, not for a minute, but I had to talk to her all the same.

I needed to see her. I wanted to prove my father wrong. I knew he hadn’t ever liked Lexie, but he wouldn’t lie to me about her and my best friend.

But I saw them, sitting together at the bar, laughing. I saw red. I barely knew what I was doing. I felt myself hitting Tristan, but I didn’t know I was going to do it. Everything felt like a bad dream, a nightmare.

I looked up at Lexie, my eyes wide and wet.

“Tristan? It had to be Tristan?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Oliver?” Lexie hissed, pulling at my arm, sniffling out a sob.

“You’re sleeping with my best friend!” I yelled, wrenching away from her, and standing up to face her,ignoring Tristan even though part of me wanted to strangle him.

This wasn’t really about Tristan. This was about me and Lex, and what we had. What we used to have.

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