Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

Then when I want to relive a moment, I rewind it back and start the song from the beginning.”

I am going to throw up this is so cute

That thing I’ve been looking for since I moved to Chicago? That connection? That one person some search their entire lives to find? I had already found her when I was twelve years old.

I am sick.

“Get fucked, DeLuca.” I smile as I open the door. “Would love to. You just let me know when and where, Hart.”

“Because I’m going to kiss you and when we listen to next year’s playlist, I want this song to be on there so we can rewind it back however many times we want to and remember this.”

SICK. I AM SICK.

“This isn’t a date, you know.” “Oh God, no. It’s a work meeting, Hallie. Focus, please.”

“Since when do you sleep in a shirt?” I say in retort. “Well, I didn’t think we were having that kind of sleepover.” “We’re not.” “And that’s why I’m still dressed, love.

the love. you’re kidding.

For years, I’ve taken this fucking boombox everywhere with me. Held on to it, like if I could keep rewinding and replaying these moments we had, then maybe it wasn’t over.”

I am a puddle

how lucky am I that I got a front-row seat to watch each of my best friends fall in love?

Somebody sedate me.