My life would have been so much better if Zoey had never walked back into it. She was the first girl I ever loved, and the one I should have spent my life with. Instead, she took her empty promises and vows of love and married someone else.
But it’s been years, and she’s back. Without the husband. She’s single once again, and has two kids and even more of those curves that always made me crazy. I just have to stay away from her for two months. She stayed away for years. I can handle a few months.
I thought walking away from my marriage was going to be tough, but it was nothing compared to walking back into my past. To seeing the man I fell in love with before I knew what love meant. Before I knew who I was or what I wanted from life.
The last time Sebastian and I lived in the same town, I vowed to return to him. I thought he would move on when I didn’t, but he never got married. He never found anyone else. He was still single, but my life was too complicated to get involved with him. Or anyone.
But life doesn’t always listen. Sometimes things happen that force us to discover just how much we can handle. And to find who will be there when we’re at our worst.
I never thought it would be Sebastian coming to my rescue. I should have known better. That’s the kind of man he is. Too bad he’s not interested in sticking around. Karma’s a b@tch.
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Excerpt from His Curvy Ex
“I’m sorry,” she said. Back to meek.
“Why? Why are you sorry? Are you sorry because you destroyed me all those years ago? Are you sorry because you fell in love with someone else? Are you sorry because you weren’t really in love with me? Are you just sorry because you stood up to me? Or got in my face? Or defended your choices? What are you sorry for, Zoey?”
She sucked in a ragged breath and closed her eyes. “All of it. For all of it. Except the one thing.”
“What? What one thing?”
“I was in love with you. So much it scared me. But we had to hide what we had. You thought people would judge us, and that…you were the first boy I loved. My first kiss. My first everything. Hiding that made me feel like I wasn’t as special to you. Or that we were doing something wrong. Things were so different with Trevor. He took me out, showed me off. He made me feel like I was more to him.”
“You married him because he had money?” I spat.
She shook her head. “I married him because I thought he loved me, and I thought you didn’t.”
I raked my gaze down her body and tried to forget the way she felt in my arms. It had been years, but the memories of her were seared into me. If I closed my eyes, I could feel her. But memories…memories only got me so far. Memories were nothing compared to the real thing. And the real thing was standing in front of me. The real thing was looking up at me with those big, sad eyes that made me want to drive to Pittsburgh and ruin her ex for making her feel that way, then kiss him for sending her running back to me.
I don’t know who moved first, but the surprised squeak she let out said it was probably me. My arms circled her waist and dragged her body to mine. She felt different, but the same. Like deja vu.
Maybe that’s all it was. My mind playing tricks on me. Telling me Zoey, my Zoey was back.
Then she parted her lips under mine and slid her hands up around my back and I knew it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a fantasy. It was Zoey.
Instead of the young woman I knew years ago, she had the curves of a woman. She was more experienced, more jaded, more everything. She was different, but she was the same.
And I fucking hated her, but I also still loved her.
And that was why I tore myself away and stomped off across the lawn away from her. Because I also hated myself.