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Now, none of this matters. An entire history wiped away because Collins doesn’t have the time to talk to me. He can’t even get through breakfast without running off to screw his supermodel girlfriend. He obviously doesn’t care, so why should I? I slam the book closed and hurl the stupid thing at the door,…

Somehow, I’ll force a nod. I’ll manage to get away from him before I curl up in a ball and cry. Collins will come and find me, and I’ll convince him that everything is fine. Just like all of our little fights and misunderstandings over the years. I take a deep breath and check myself…

I focus on my drink. I won’t tell Colt that the sex isn’t so great – in fact I can’t even get off. “Pace, what’s new with you?” I ask. Colton curses under his breath, while Pace laughs at my obvious attempt at a topic change. “I’m trying to get Kylie pregnant,” he announces, proudly….

With you. Her reply takes several minutes to come through. Oh. We need to talk tomorrow when I’m sober. Okay. *** When I wake in the morning, it feels like a dead rat crawled down my throat and set up shop. I blink against the harsh light and curse at myself for drinking so much…

Her reply is almost instant. It makes me wonder if she’s lying in bed just down the hall thinking of me, a thought that makes me happy. I’m contemplating what to write next when another text from her comes through. Why are you texting me when you’re in bed with a supermodel? Maybe being in…

My eyes tear from the sting. “Oh my god, no. It’s all a bit more embarrassing, and…” I shrink and blush, “…maybe a bit crazier than that.” I take another fortifying sip of my drink. Sophie and Kylie share a questioning look, then lean in and wait for me to explain. I’m mortified at the…

“Don’t come over here,” she warns. What the hell? “Mia?” “I’m serious, Collins.” She’s not the strongest swimmer, and when I see her head dip under the water, I wrap her in my arms and pull her up, securing the noodle around her. “Come here. I’ve got you.” “You can’t see me like this.” I…

“Excuse me,” I say, eyeing the roast beef. “Would you guys mind if I made myself a sandwich?” They shrug and nod, so I step in further and help myself to bread, open the fridge to see what sort of fixings they have. When I finish making the sandwich I halve it and put it…

I’m so flustered, and in such a haze that even with the harsh separation, I still gaze at him. His eyes match my lust and my need. I search his face looking for anything, any reason we can’t be together. Because it feels so perfect, him and me. I can see it in his eyes,…

I run my fingers over the crinkled paper, and smile as I remember the promise we’d made. It all started because of this very magazine. I’d found it at my babysitter’s house, and loved it because it had a purple wedding dress on the cover. I never understood why brides always wore white and thought…