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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

Once the door closes, I let myself collapse on the kitchen floor to cry. I’m not sure if it’s a nervous reaction, if I’m sad, mad, at him, at her, I don’t know… My feelings are so all over the place right now, I can’t sort myself out.

With a stomach knotted too tight to eat anything, I skip dinner. I change into my PJs, lift a cat under each arm, and go to bed. I changed the sheets earlier. Not that our bed has seen much action lately, but I’m sure John and I had sex at least once or twice in the past two months.

How creepy that he would still sleep with me while he was cheating with someone else.

I shiver in the dark, wondering if he’s already told her. If they’re together right now, discussing me and everything that happened.

Will she try to contact me? Apologize?

I’ve known Summer even longer than Johnathan. We’ve been friends since grade school. Me, her, and her identical twin, Winter—I know, parents can have a questionable sense of humor when naming their children—have been a fantastic trio from the first day of school. Inseparable ever since.

They say twins have a special connection. Well, with Summer and Winter I’ve always felt like the third twin. To me, they’ve been more like sisters than best friends… or at least, they were…

How could Summer do this? Stab me in the back over a guy? Did Winter know? How deep does the conspiracy go?

I spend the night tossing and turning with nightmares of Summer and Johnathan together, having sex, mocking me, laughing at my foolishness.

Between the nightmares, I dream of the stranger who gave me a ride home; only Christian is their accomplice, and he’s helping them sneak around behind my back…

My mind is so twisted it keeps coming up with horror-like scenarios: Winter telling me she’s siding with her sister and that we can no longer be friends, my students making fun of their naïve professor in the middle of a lecture, the dean firing me because I’m so dumb I didn’t even notice my boyfriend and my best friend were having an affair, our friends all siding with them… And so on, and so on, until, finally, I languish in a dreamless slumber.

Four

Lana

A double ring of the doorbell wakes me up the next morning.

I’m not sure what time it is but, judging from the bright light filtering in through the blinds, it must be late. With no classes to teach or faculty meetings to attend this morning, I didn’t set an alarm last night.

Was I expecting a delivery?

No, I don’t remember ordering anything online.

Did Johnathan have a delivery scheduled?

Yeesh.

How long will I keep receiving his mail?