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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

I put a bag of butter popcorn in the microwave and walk toward the TV stand. “Mmm, Amelia bought me a DVD set of eighties movies with Molly Ringwald—she’s my favorite actress. So we have: Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, and The Breakfast Club. Any preference?”

Richard smiles bravely and shrugs. “Not really.”

Pop. Pop. Po-Pop. The popcorn explodes in the background.

“I’m joking. I wouldn’t really subject you to Molly Ringwald night.” I smile. “I’m not that evil.”

“You had me there. I was scared.”

“As for men friendly movies, we have Netflix or,” I brush my finger over the DVD shelf, scrolling titles, “I can offer The Terminator collection, or we can watch something by Tarantino—I have all his movies except Kill Bill.” ’Cause I trashed the DVD as it reminded me too much of my ex. No, Jake’s a taboo thinking topic tonight. “Or there’s the entire X-Men saga.”

“Since you were set on the eighties, why not watch the first Terminator?”

“Great!”

When the popping ends, I put the popcorn in a huge bowl and pass it to Richard. Then, I put the DVD on, turn down the lights, and sit next to him on the couch.

I try to concentrate on the movie, but Richard’s presence beside me is too distracting. What’s going to happen when the movie’s over? What should I do?

I still have feelings for Jake, deep ones. I can’t undo them. But if I can’t be with him, and that boat has definitely sailed, why not be with Richard? I know I’m not going to fall head over heels in love with him overnight, my stupid heart won’t let me. But I could give it a push. I could move on physically before I have emotionally. I’ve always believed it would be the other way around, but I believed in so many things that in the end weren’t true.

I throw a sidelong glance at Richard—his broad shoulders, dark hair, very kissable lips. There’s still a giant hole in my chest that seems to grow bigger, instead of smaller, every day. Maybe Richard could fill this hole. Or maybe I don’t have the faintest clue who I am or what I need anymore. Or maybe I never knew. Or maybe I need to stop over-analyzing everything and just kiss him.

Tonight I feel stupid and reckless enough to choose the latter option.

***

The next morning Amelia walks back into the house with a smile so wide stamped on her face it makes me want to puke for sugary overflow.

“So,” I smirk, thoroughly enjoying her walk of shame, “how was your date with the love maker?”

“Love maker? Seriously?”

“You told me to stop calling him the kisser, and I assume after last night you’ve evolved to more serious bonding.” I grin. “Am I assuming correctly?”