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.”

“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.”

“You’re telling me you never once vented and talked shit about me?” she asks with a laugh. “No.” My tone is even. “Never once, Hal.”

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.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s just my friend, Indy.” “I’m not worrying.” “Tell your face that, Hal.”

He could be a joke to everyone else, but he was never a joke to me.

“It was the first time I realized that you may feel the same way about me as I’ve always felt about you.”

Needy is literally my number one personality trait.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let people know how hard you’re willing to work to get what you want.”

“I made up some bullshit excuse about needing to make decisions in-person, just so I could take you to dinner without having to wait two weeks to see you.

even though I may have gone six years without seeing you, the thought of going two weeks now feels impossible.

I just want to be around her. Everything quiets when she’s around.

“I love that dress on you, baby.” “Thank you. It’s⁠—” “Take it off.”

“Are you sure that’s not just a first-love thing?” “No, baby. It’s a last-love thing.”