Pretending We’re Fake

Our one soul filling kiss on the old bridge wasn’t fake, now I pretend it was.

Cole Maddox carved my name next to his. He never called. I was devastated. Whatever we had, vanished before it could start.

Now I’m back in Everwood, maid of honor in his sister’s wedding. He’s still unreadable. Still maddening. A bad boy from my past, turned overachieving handsome man.

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