Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
“This morning,” Jake says, still looking at me with a fire burning in his eyes, “all I could think about was you. The first thought that popped into my head when I woke up wasn’t I’m getting married today, it was today I’m saying goodbye to Gemma forever. I was about to throw everything to hell. But you’d refused to speak to me for three years. You didn’t return any of my calls or messages—not one. And I’ve tried, Gemma, you know I’ve tried.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“So I told myself that I didn’t know anything about your life today, that you were probably already married to someone else or something, and that I had to move on with my life and leave you in the past. But the moment I saw you, I knew I wasn’t getting married today. The truth is, you had me at Jake…”
“I did?”
“You did. And so, yeah, I am crazy… about you. Damn me, I’m still in love with you.”
I stare at him. “You mean you’re not getting married anymore?”
“No.”
A huge smile takes over my face.
“Up,” he says, and I get a thumb going upward this time. “Come here,” he whispers.
I get so close to him our noses almost touch.
“I missed you,” he says, cupping my head in his hands and burying his nose into my hair. Well, he’s not going to get a red berry rush, but I hope he won’t be too disgusted. “You smell so good; I’ve missed your smell.” Yeah, he’s definitely touched in the head or crazy in love with me, because no one in his right mind would think I smelled good right now.
“Gemma?” He nuzzles my neck.
“Umm?”
“Are you having a whole conversation in your head? You know I can’t hear you.”
“Yeah. I mean, no. I missed you too.”
I pull away from him to look him in the eyes, but he holds me close. He slides one arm around my lower back, squeezing me against the solid wall of his chest, and I melt in the warmth of his embrace. I snuggle closer to him, afraid of letting go. He strokes my hair and the side of my face until his hand slips under my chin, lifting my face up toward his. Time holds still as we lock eyes, then it seems to fast forward as he presses his lips to mine in a kiss we’ve both waited three years to share. It feels simultaneously as if no time and an eternity have passed since our last kiss. It’s all so familiar, and yet so new. This is Jake. He still loves me and we’re kissing.