Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

“I pick a song when something cool or important happens so I can remember it. Then when I want to relive a moment, I rewind it back and start the song from the beginning.”

“The guy you were with tonight.” I slowly shift back to face her. “Who was he?” The set in her jaw is evident even from here. “Not your job to worry about.” Nodding, I turn back to my house, hands casually tucked in my pockets as I continue to walk. With my back to her, I make sure my words are loud enough for her to hear them. “Lose him.”

LIZZZZZ girl im not ready

Rio is sitting on his front steps, elbows leaning on his knees and hands laced together when he looks up and over in my direction. It’s not a quick glance, but a lingering stare, letting me know that the reason he’s on his front steps is because he’s waiting for me.

21% and we got papa rio ova hereee

I’ve always had this innate need to protect him. Growing up, he was an easy target because he made himself the butt of the joke most of the time, but I didn’t play into that. He could be a joke to everyone else, but he was never a joke to me.

Thats adorable

“I’m going to do it!” His tipsy grin is way too big. “I’m going to go ask for her number.” “Hey, Rook?” He looks my way, so stupidly excited. “Yeah?” “Sit the fuck down.” “Yep.”

Im dead

“Yeah, well you’re not his, so tell him to keep his hands to himself too.” Her eyes drop to my mouth. “I’m not yours either.” We’ll see.

I never forgot him. I never forgot us. And apparently, neither did he.

And then there’s Indy… “Indy.” I furrow my brows. “Are you crying?” “Of course I am!” She wipes at her face. “I’m always crying, so I don’t know why you’re surprised.

I missed my girl

“Six years.” My eyes shoot to his. “I’ve only ever been with you.”

Holy hell

“Okay.” Isaiah holds his hands out to stop her. “He’s not that great, Ken.” “I don’t know,” she teases. “He’s pretty great.” Isaiah takes her left hand and places it flat on the table. “Okay, just making sure it’s still there.”

Missed them

We are rare. What we have is rare and I’m going to spend the rest of my life protecting it.

Then it’s the ten of us. How it was always supposed to be.

Please i dont want this to be over

But even though I was the last one, how lucky am I that I got a front-row seat to watch each of my best friends fall in love?

Rio ur gonna make me cry