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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

Silence. I say her name, but it's quiet on the other end. Did she hang up? Did my phone die?


"Bring Sadie and come sleep with me. I'll unlock the door."


Thank fuck! Usually, drunk dials don't end up with a positive outcome. Hanging up, I head toward the door. "Come on, Sadie." She looks up at me, her tongue hanging out like she's laughing. I don't bother with clothes, wandering down the single flight of stairs in just my underwear.


Opening the door to her place, it's totally dark. Good thing our places have the same layout. Even with several drinks in me, I make it to her bedroom without bumping into anything. Sadie curls up in the corner of the room like she belongs there.


Slipping in beside Ainsley, I wrap my arms around her and whisper, "Good night, my rose."


"Be right back,"I whisper, disappearing into the bathroom to rid myself of the condom we were careful to use this time. This time?


This time put the patio to shame, which is saying a hell of a lot. Maybe it's because I slept all night with her in my arms. Maybe it's because there's something special about morning sex. Or perhaps it's because this is the first time I've ever seen her naked. I've fantasized about her enough times, but she's sexier than I even imagined. I look over at her from the bathroom door. She's on her stomach, her face turned away from me, the sheets bundled around her waist. She has the most flawless, peachy-pink skin.


She has me tied up in knots already. This is just supposed to be fun. That doesn't include lounging around together all day, but that's what I want. I don't care that I'm breaking my own rules. This is what I asked for—no commitments, but this is Ainsley. I'm used to hanging out with her, talking, laughing. It feels wrong to not do those things just because I've seen her naked.


Her head turns to me, and she holds out her hand. There's no place I'd rather be than in bed with her, but I know Ainsley. I know she's never done anything like this before. She's a relationship woman, which should scare me off, but my dick is driving this train.


Slipping in beside her, she rests her head on the pillow, facing me. Honestly, I can't believe this is my life right now. Her mouth opens slightly but no words come out, so I plant a sweet kiss on her lips to coax them out. "Why does it feel like I can't talk to you now?" she asks.


I tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "I don't want you to feel that way."


"I don't know how to do this. I only ever had sex while in a relationship." She blushes with her confession, but I suspected as much. She motions between us. "I didn't think this meant sleepovers and snuggling. You said just fun."


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