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There’s two sides to every love story. The how you fell in love, and the how you fell apart.

This is ours.

The cardinal rule of friendship is you don’t mess with your friend’s sister.
That goes double when she’s his little sister.

It was just supposed to be fun.

She wasn’t supposed to end up being the love of my life.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to break her heart.

Ainsley is a wedding dress designer. That should’ve been a warning that she’s a hopeless romantic. That should’ve clued me in that she believes love conquers all.

But there are some things that love can’t fix. I’m one of them.

She thinks love is the answer.

But love is the reason I let her go.....

Just Loved

We get back to our complex. I open her car door, but don't hold her hand or wrap my arm around her. She gives me a little smile, letting me know she understands. We can't exactly be seen in any romantic way together. It might get back to Brody.


I push the elevator button for my floor, and she moves to push hers, but I catch her hand. "I thought you could stay with me tonight," I say.


I see the words twisting in her brain, searching for what to say. I take her hand. "I'm not proposing marriage, just a sleepover."


She releases my hand. "I don't think that's a good idea. Just fun, remember?"


"Why wouldn't shestay the night with me?" I ask Sadie, my current drinking partner. Only hers is out of a water bowl, and mine's a whiskey bottle. I wish I could blame the fact that I'm drunk off my ass for the reason I'm consulting my canine about the fairer sex, but it's not. Before you judge me, there are all kinds of studies that say only highly intelligent people carry on conversations with their pets. Having said conversation over a bottle of whiskey? Well, that must mean I'm a fucking genius.


It's past midnight. I'm sure the engagement party is long over. Hopefully, it went well. I know it did for me. Ainsley? Every time I close my eyes, she flashes in my mind—the way she bit her lip, the feel of her smooth skin, her smile. I'll never forget the moment I slipped inside her. I knew in that moment nothing would ever be the same. I want more.


I take another long drink. The thing about alcohol is it makes you break your silence, things you wouldn't normally do or say suddenly seem like a good idea—like calling the girl you just hooked up with. Or the time Brody and I thought that ramen noodles on top of meat lover's pizza would be the best concoction ever.


Ainsley answers the phone in barely a whisper.


"How could you possibly be sleeping?" I ask, talking louder than normal, but unable to stop myself.


"I'm having a drink," I say. "Want to come have a drink with me?"


"More like booty calling," I say, making her laugh. "I wanted to go slow and savor every bit of you. The patio was too fast. I'm better than that, I swear."


"You were so fucking hot. I had no idea my A. Rose was so naughty. I still have your panties."


"You're beautiful and sweet and sexy and funny, and I didn't get to see you naked. I can still smell you on my skin. I'm never going to shower again. I want to smell like sex and you forever."


Continuation 6