“It’s been too long.” Impatient fingers trailed up her thigh under her skirt, while hot breath set the skin of her neck on fire.

Sara scowled at him and pushed his hands off her leg. “I know, but not now. Not here, Michael.” She shoved against his chest to put space between them to no avail. He wouldn’t budge.

With a sigh, Michael Read more »

Sara watched the look of momentary truce fly between Michael, Veronica and Lincoln before Lincoln said, “It doesn’t matter.” Then the truce died. “What matters is that you tried to have sex with my girlfriend!”

“We were drunk. It doesn’t count.” He met Sara’s gaze for a split second and quickly averted his eyes. “Besides, we didn’t actually sleep together and you weren’t together at the time. For once, Nika’s right. You’re both making a big deal about nothing. I was only trying to help by mentioning it in the first place.” Read more »

Ignoring the lingering drowsiness spreading through her satisfied limbs, Sara forced herself to dress quickly. This whole thing was ridiculous. No one ever liked being snowed in, but her friends had planned to stay the entire weekend anyway. With the exception of Jane – whose annoyance she understood – the rest of them had no reason to be melting down like this was the last civilization on Earth.

What was wrong with everyone? They’d been there for one night, not two years. Read more »

“What, angel?” He caressed her cheek. “What is it?”

She sighed and dropped her gaze. “Making you wait the six months like you were just some guy I met at college was pointless.” Read more »

Something was wrong. She could sense it the moment she opened the bedroom door. There were no sounds of running water. Sara had spent long enough talking to Nika that Paul should already be in the shower by now. What the hell was he doing?

Jane’s warning echoed through her brain. Against her will, she closed the door behind her with only the faintest of clicks. Everyone in the house was accounted for, so that could only mean he was on the phone with another woman. Read more »

“Why does some guy I’ve never heard of want me to come to his party tomorrow night so he can kick my ass?”

Sara looked up from the mound of books she was using to research for a class project and tried to make sense of what Paul was doing in her history class. “Huh?”

The librarian gave them a stern look, so Paul Read more »

Against her will, Sara felt guilty about what she was doing. From the stack of bridal magazines, she looked like one of those women who’d secretly been planning her wedding even though she hadn’t found the groom yet. In reality, any thoughts of wedding planning – or even having some semblance of a normal life – flew out the window the night her mother died and the night Michael broke her heart.

Of course, both those things happened on the same night… Read more »

Two days after the incident in the park, Sara was still upset about it. Nika was like a sister to her and they’d been friends for as long as she could remember. Never in all that time had they gone this long without speaking. The silence and averted eyes whenever they passed each other in the halls at school was painful. It didn’t feel right.

Nothing about the entire situation with Sucre felt right. Read more »

Sara stared at the closed door for a full ten minutes. What the hell was she supposed to do with that? Clearly, she needed more to work with than the word of some pissed off chick she’d only met for the first time yesterday. Jane didn’t even know Paul. Why could she possibly think he was going to shatter her heart?

Wait. If Jane knew something about Paul, it would have to be something that happened over the past few days. But that couldn’t be. She’d been with Paul the whole time.

Except for the times when she was alone with Michael… Read more »

“Why would she say that,” Sara asked in hushed tones. “It just doesn’t make any sense.”

“Honey, I don’t know.” He brushed the rogue auburn strands of hair from her eyes.

Sara pushed herself up onto her elbows on the mattress and shook her head, knocking more hair into her face. Read more »

It took a while to regain her composure. That conversation was without a doubt the most difficult she’d ever had in her life. Difficult, but necessary. Once the initial shock of it wore off, everything would be better. Sara just had to make it from point A to point B and all would be well again. Read more »

“Sara, what’s wrong?”

If her life were a Michael Bay film, this was the point where the camera would swing around her and Paul in a slow, full circle. Just like the phone call in Bad Boys II that let Will Smith and Martin Lawrence know that things just got real, Sara could feel the decided shift. It was a moment where it felt like nothing would ever be alright again. Read more »

Michael pulled away slowly and met her eyes with caution. “Say that again.”

A faint smile touched her lips. “I said I love you, Michael. I always have.”

“I knew it.” His grin stretched from ear to ear and his arms snaked around her waist. Read more »

Everything was as good as Sara could ever hope for it to be. This was the best time to make things right with Michael. Now or never, right? He was adamant about his feelings for her and the fact that he wanted to spend forever with her. It might be one thing if she didn’t feel the same about him, but she did. Read more »

“Are you on drugs,” she blurted before the full ramifications of what she was hearing washed over her.

“No. We both know I don’t do drugs.”

Sara ripped her hands away from Michael. “I don’t know anything anymore, but Read more »