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Avalon and Andrés were best friends who wanted to become more, but an unthinkable event destroyed them. He left her behind, but ten years later, he’s coming back to their small town. Will they recover from the tragedy together and find love again?
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He grabs my wrist, trapping it against his strong chest and my fury is met with his. “Don’t walk away from me, Avalon.”
I laugh and it forces tears to drip down my cheeks. “Are you kidding me? Don’t walk away? You’re one to talk about walking away. Just leave me alone.” I put my other hand on his chest and shove, but he grabs that wrist, too.
I look up at his face and see his barely controlled rage. His chest heaves as his anger builds, his jaw set tight and his expression hard. His brown eyes fade to black and it freezes me.
We stare and breathe, both of us unable to move. That’s what anger does—it halts you, stutters your life, freezes you in time, and keeps you from moving forward. But when he finally moves forward, stepping toward me, it forces me backward, harder against the counter. He moves forward and it takes me backward in time—it takes us both back in time.
His body crowds me against the edge of the counter, leaving me no room for escape, and the moment he realizes that he has me trapped there, his lips descend and bruise mine with an aching kiss.
My logical mind tells me to turn my head, to slap him, to shove him, to get away from him any way I can. But my heart, my body, my soul aches for this kiss—they ache for a kiss I never knew I wanted.
Holy wow.
He holds my wrists tightly in his grip, painfully, but somehow that pain is okay. At least I don’t feel numb. He’s pressed into me so close that I can’t feel anything but him and I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so alive. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed with such passionate intent.
Actually, I can remember.
The last time it was with him.
His body moves against mine, his hips shifting forward. Everything I’m thinking and feeling coils deep inside me and I’m shut off to the world, to everything but feeling and wanting and needing.
Why do I feel like I need this?
He hurt me so much, so damn much. His abandonment caused unforgivable damage.
So, why do my lips part for him? Why does my tongue slip out, unconsciously seeking to taste the metal of the lip ring that no longer exists? Why did he come here? Why did he come back? Why is he forcing himself back into my life when I’ve worked so hard to erase him from my memory and live my life without him?
I can cope with the numbness I’ve trained myself to feel, but if he makes me feel only to hurt me again, I don’t know that I’ll survive it.
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