I just ran into the girl who got away.
Holding a hate letter addressed to me.
And now we’re stranded.
Last time we kissed, I broke her.
My best friend’s little sister worshiped me.
She teased. She provoked. She goaded.
Rubbed forbidden in my face till I went off the chain.
Making her beg was inevitable.
So was my sacrifice.
Last time we kissed, she demolished me.
Her rich family thought I was perfect.
I took Amy Kay under their noses.
And then I kept taking.
I promised too much. Loved her too hard. Left too soon.
Last time we kissed, he betrayed me.
Her backstabbing brother. My ex-best friend.
I never saw it coming.
He’ll pay for his sins ten times over.
Last time we kissed, it was final.
I wasn’t supposed to see her again.
Not in this city. On this elevator.
The moment it craps out, stranding us overnight with animal cravings and fencing lies.
Last time we kissed, how could we know our next might truly, madly, beautifully restore us?