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266 pages, Paperback
First published February 6, 2017
“Fake fiancée? Falling in love? What is this… a Hallmark movie?”
“We could be the best damn Hallmark movie ever made, Sunny.”
“Heat grew in his gaze, and I felt my own body responding. Melting. Get out of the fancy car, Sunny. Mr. Quarterback is dangerous.”
“Soft and slow, he pressed his lips to mine, inhaling me as if I was the finest Belgian chocolate he’d ever tasted and he’d never get another piece. A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist, and I was gone.”
“Our kiss was pure, unadulterated magic, making me powerless in his arms. He was gut-twistingly perfect, and I wanted to drown in him. I didn’t need air. All I needed was Max Kent and his lips and tongue.”
“Sometimes there really is a bigger plan. Sometimes there really is that one person. Sometimes true love finds you no matter what.”
Up close, I watched a droplet of water drift down his chest to his six-pack abs. I sighed. God had been using his A game when he’d created my hero.
Max cleared his throat. “The heart may not be the control center, but the brain is nothing without oxygen that the heart supplies. They rely on each other—it’s a relationship of sorts. Also, metaphorically speaking, the heart is the seat of the soul and our psyche. After all, it is the organ that falls in love.”
Whitt chuckled. “Love has nothing to do with our heart.”
“I disagree.” Max sent me a leisurely look, sweeping over my face. “When you first meet someone special, your heart reacts. It flutters or jumps or something. It’s like it recognizes its other half.” He dipped his head, appearing a bit embarrassed by the admission.
Time heals all wounds, but the scars remain, making you who you are. To me, hers were a beautiful mosaic. I admired her more because of them . . . because she’d come out of darkness and learned to fly.
I wished the moon had been bright enough to see the color of his eyes.
I wished I knew his name.
I wished . . . I wished fate would bring us together again, some other time, some other place.
But not today.
“Do you believe in soul mates or love at first sight?”
I tensed. “Yes.”
Her eyes zeroed in on mine. “Seriously? Come on—this is your fake girlfriend. You can tell me the truth.”
“If the universe wants us with one person, I dig it. I believe in fate,” I said.
“Don’t you just think it’s more about who is standing in front of you when the time is right? What if you met your one true love at a party when you were sixteen, but because you went your separate ways for one reason or another, you never see her again? Or maybe the next time you see her, she’s already committed to someone else.”
“I believe that whatever’s meant to be will be.” I toyed with my water glass, feeling self-conscious.
Max . . . us . . . Fate had divined our love. Since the night we’d met, an invisible thread connected us.
I didn’t understand the hows and whys of our meeting, but life isn’t nearly as complicated as we make it.
Sometimes there really is a bigger plan.
Sometimes there really is that one person.
Sometimes true love finds you no matter what.
“Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist… Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.”
“Sunny. I needed her. I couldn't exist without her in my world.”
"I'll kiss you so good, you won't be able to kiss another guy for an entire year without thinking about me."
She shook her head in disbelief. “Pffft. Do you even know how cocky you are?"
"Won't deny it. I am Max Kent."
“Can I just hold you in my arms and watch you sleep?”