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Harlow Hayes and I share history. It’s not the sort we wrote ourselves. That makes it complicated. Messy. Conflicting.
Talking with him last night was not only unexpected. It was also exciting. There’s a dangerous thrill that comes along with the forbidden,
“Some things can’t be forgiven. Can’t be fixed.”
I’m confused too. Confused why I’m here. Confused why I care so much when it comes to anything involving him.
“Because…” I like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked a guy, and that’s terrifying. “Because I want to have sex with you.”
as Conor kisses me with a skill that’s literally stealing my breath, that this is a really bad idea. Turns out, some bad ideas feel really good.
Admitting my attraction to him was only supposed to ever happen in my head.
The ocean itself is a vast, powerful, fathomless force. Witnessing the animals who engineer that strength in streamlined speed is breathtaking.
I’m acting like a boyfriend, and she’s not my girlfriend. I just…wanted to see her. And it’s been less than two days.
