So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

If Levi’s attention caused butterflies, then Greedy’s feels like the deafening vibration of a thousand cicadas screaming in unison.

His breathing matches my own, our bodies syncing up and reacquainting themselves. The way we fit together is ingrained, permanent. He’s a part of me. He’s the best of me. Every aloof response and surly glare is designed to push him away. Does he know it hurts me every time I do it?

Sometimes, it still hurts when I think about what I left behind. It took a while, but eventually I realized that the ache was for what could have been, not what actually was.

“You only live once.” He lifts one shoulder. “Might as well do it in a way that leaves no room for regret.”

The only way I can move forward is if I pretend all of this is already in the past.