didn’t even have an appointment on your floor that day.”
“What?” I asked. His eyes twinkled, his lashes wet from the shower and spiked together. The man was beyond beautiful. And all mine.
“That first day. I saw you reach to press the third-floor button and I pushed it without thinking. Thank god you didn’t look at me when I got off the elevator after you. I had to jog to the end of the hall and go up two flights before you caught me.”
I laughed. “Oh my god. That’s amazing. So, you were hooked from the start?”
“Obviously. So were you. It just took us some time to figure that out. I love you, Evie. With all that I am.”
His intensity threatened to burn me alive, but what a way to go.
Then I was in his arms again and he was kissing me before I could say another word. We worshipped each other until the water ran cold, and then we tumbled into bed, tangled limbs and frantic kisses.
As he slid into me, his eyes locking with mine, his lips whispering his love and need for me, I knew that we could get through anything together. I’d finally found my happily ever after. It might not have been the smoothest road, but the best things in life rarely followed the course you planned.
That’s what made it all the sweeter.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Jamie: Thanks for pudding up with me. How’s culinary school going?
Cassie: God, you’re lame. And good.
Jamie: Miss you, Cas.
Cassie: Miss you, too.
CASSIE
I knew that voice.
Fucking hell. I’d know it anywhere. It wrapped around me like a hug I desperately needed but shouldn’t want, coursing through my body and twisting every nerve along the way.
I stayed in the dim shadows of the bar, my eyes drifting to the small, battered stage, where he sat. He was propped on a barstool, a beat-up guitar strapped to a body I knew almost as well as my own. He looked different, but I’d recognize him anywhere—recognize his voice anywhere. His shaggy brown hair was gone, hair I’d lovingly pushed out of his eyes every chance I got. My fingers itched as memories of how soft it was tickling over my hands invaded my mind.
In its place was short, inky black. Only the sides were visible under the low bar lights and the baseball cap he wore.
Sebastian.
Why? What? How was he here? I hadn’t seen him in over a year—almost two—not since we said goodbye to Jamie. Not that Bash had acknowledged me that day. When I’d needed him the most, he’d been too locked in his grief to see me, to comfort me. I would’ve given anything for a hug that day, to be wrapped in his strong arms and pressed against a chest I’d snuggled up to countless times over the years.
Now I just wanted to escape.
“Whoa. He’s hot. I don’t think I’ve seen him here before,” Holly said at my side, and I jumped, forgetting that I wasn’t alone in a room with the one man who could simultaneously destroy me and put me back together again.
For fuck’s sake. Why wasn’t I over him? It’d been years since we’d been anything but awkward friends, but his voice brought it all back. I needed to get out of here.
“Who?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible before taking a sip of the fruity cocktail Holly had grabbed from the bar. I willed myself not to dart for the door. I could be cool and not raise any red flags for my over-observant friend.
Holly’s eyes narrowed and she let out a snort. “Oh, please, you were staring at him like you wanted to gobble him up. Not that I blame you. I bet he’s delicious.”
He was. Every inch of him. I bit back a shudder at the memory. Dammit. I never learned to school my emotions.
After everything that had happened, I shouldn’t have still wanted him. But he was The One. I was lying to myself to say otherwise. I tried to