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.” That’s kind of weird

She used to steal all my thoughts. She used to occupy my entire existence.

“Well, maybe that was the first time you were told, but I know for a fact it wasn’t the first time someone liked you.”

I started keeping my window unlocked after that, and he started sneaking in to sleep on the ground by my bed when he couldn’t find rest on his own.

“You want to replace me on the project.” Rio’s head rears back. “What? No. No, I don’t want to replace you. I want to start over.” “Start over?”

“I

don’t hate you. Hurt, yes. But I could never hate you, Hallie.”

And personally, I’m trying not to rip off his clothes.

I don’t tell him that I don’t like almond milk. I only ordered it when we were younger because I knew he’d ask for a sip of my latte since he couldn’t handle the amount of caffeine if he ordered his own, and I didn’t want the dairy to bother him.

“When something big happens. Do you still attach a song to it so you can remember it when you relisten? The first day of a new house project, for example.”

“But if I stay here, my hope is that one day, this room won’t be only mine.”

“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.

“You sure look good in my shirt for not being mine.” “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.”