first time.
I was Reid’s. I was always going to be his.
He moved away and slipped the ring onto my finger. I was shocked at how well it fit.
“Where’d you even get this?”
“Used the winnings from my last two competitions, plus some savings.”
“And it fits.” I held it up and looked at it.
“Used one of your other rings for that.”
“Reid. This is perfect.”
“I love you, Becca.”
“I love you too.”
We kissed again, bodies pressed together. Finally, after a deep, passionate kiss, we moved apart.
“I had to do that before we left,” he said. “Wouldn’t have felt right getting engaged anywhere but Ridgewood.”
“This is perfect.” And I meant it.
He moved away. “Come on. Let’s go try to break this to our parents.”
I shook my head. “Tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy this for today.”
He looked at me for a second. “Okay. How about we hike out to the van and consummate this thing.”
I laughed. “You only consummate the marriage.”
“I’m going to consummate whatever I want as often as I want. You’re mine now.”
“Okay. I’m not arguing.”
He laughed and kissed me again and then got into the driver’s seat. I climbed into the passenger seat. He started the engine and pulled out.
We drove down the long highway, back toward our house. But it wasn’t going to be our house much longer. We’d have our own place, a clean and comfortable place, where we’d have our own life together.
A life outside of Ridgewood and everything that had happened.
I put my hand over his on the gearshift. He smiled at me.
I watched as the woods flowed by, the love of my life sitting next to me, bringing us closer to the future.
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I can’t stop thinking about my sexy, broken stepbrother.
Lincoln “Based” Carter is an arrogant asshole and the most famous extreme sports athlete in the world. His idea of fun is jumping off of skyscrapers and parachuting between buildings.
Until the day he crash lands through a car windshield and shatters both of his legs.
When I come home for summer vacation that year, I’m greeted by the grunts of my hot-as-hell stepbrother working up a sweat with his cute blonde Physical Therapist. All in front of the camera crew that’s working on a documentary about his recovery.
Part of me wants to run, but I can’t stop staring at his tattoos and his ripped body.
We have a history, but we can’t be together. We can’t even be near each other without a camera around. And yet I spend all day fantasizing about his slightly damp white T-shirt clinging to his muscular frame. His constant cocky teasing is driving me crazy.
We may live the same house, but I’m afraid that if I let him get any closer then we’ll both fall right over the edge.
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Chapter One: Aubrie
Summer vacation.
Those words are meant to evoke glorious, sun-filled afternoons lying by the pool or in the sand. Summer vacation is supposed to be relaxing, stress free, an escape from the daily struggles of normal life.
As I lugged my suitcase up the front steps of my dad’s huge Colorado house, I knew my summer vacation would include absolutely none of that stuff.
Two weeks before the end of the semester, I got a call from my stepmother. Julia was an ex-supermodel, and although she was pushing forty, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. She didn’t do photo shoots anymore, and so she spent most of her time organizing charity events and appearing on minor fashion TV programs. I could still remember what I was doing just before I picked up the phone that day: booking a plane ticket to L.A. to stay with a friend. Just before I could click “Confirm,” she called, almost like she had a sixth sense for anything fun about to happen.
Stupidly, I answered. “Hello?”
“Aubrie? Hi, sweetie!”
“Hi, Jules. How are you?”
“Oh I’m great. How are you? Semester is almost over, right?”
“Yeah.