Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

“You used to be my best friend, and yeah, we haven’t seen each other since then, but I’d rather hold on to the memory of the sweet neighbor boy I loved than replace it with this version of you.”

“Don’t let him call you that,” I say quietly. “He doesn’t fucking know you.” She lifts a brow. “And you think you still do?” “Yeah, Hal. I still know you. And you still know me. Better than anyone.”

“You sure look good in my shirt for not being mine.” “Get fucked, DeLuca.”

“It was real,” I quickly admit. “For me at least. It was real. That’s how I know it exists.”

He smells like him. The old him. Because this man is still that same boy I once loved.

“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.”

“Please don’t stop,” he says, but it almost comes out as a whimper. “Fuck, I missed the way you touch me.”

“I don’t want to want you.” “Yeah, baby.” He nudges his nose against mine. “That makes two of us.”

“I love that dress on you, baby.”