Only in Your Dreams (Oakwood Bay, #1)

by Ellie K. Wilde

“There,” he says, with a breath. “I didn’t get to do voodoo magic on it or anything. But maybe whenever you feel down or… or if you ever miss home? Maybe you look at it and know that someone here is thinking about you. Missing you.”

I have been desperately, pathetically, feel-nothing-unless-she’s-in-the-room in love with Melody Woods for fourteen years.

“You’re always asking for news about her.” She’s exaggerating. I only ask once in a while. Every couple days, when not knowing how she’s doing starts to feel unbearable.

“If I ever meet this ex of yours, there’s a good chance he’s face down on the pavement two minutes in.”

“You—” I struggle for the right words. “You’re hitting on me. You realize that, right?” “I’ve been hitting on you all weekend. Thanks for finally noticing.”

But me and her? It’s as personal as it gets. When you’ve been desperately in love with someone for fourteen years, a fling isn’t good enough. I want to be her last, and I need her to be mine.

“I don’t understand how you’re single.” “I’ve never been single. I’ve been yours.”