Chapters (76)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Other Books by Lexi Ryan
- About If It’s Only Love
- Dedication
- Shay
- Part I.
- Shay
- Easton
- Shay
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- Part II.
- Shay
- Easton
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- Easton
- Shay
- Easton
- Part III.
- Shay
- Easton
- Shay
- Part IV.
- Shay
- Easton
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- Easton
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- Part V.
- Easton
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- Easton
- Shay
- Easton
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- Part VI.
- Easton
- Shay
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- Easton
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- Easton
- Part VII.
- Shay
- Part VIII.
- Easton
- Shay
- Easton
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- Part IX.
- Shay
- Easton
- Part X.
- Easton
- Easton
- Shay
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- Part XI.
- Shay
- Part XII.
- Shay
- Easton
- Shay
- Easton
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- Easton
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- Easton
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- Easton
- Easton
- Acknowledgments
- Contact
- Copyright Notice
Me: I never said I was talking about my boyfriend.
Easton: But weren’t you?
Me: Not exactly.
Easton: What does that even mean?
Me: It means I was asking in general terms, but I’m not saying he’s going to break up with me if we don’t have sex.
Easton: You wouldn’t be asking if you didn’t think it was a possibility.
I throw myself back on my pillows and whimper. I’m making a mess of this. I don’t want to throw Steve under the bus, but I truly do want advice. I could talk to my brothers, but they’re irrational when it comes to me. They’d freak out if they knew I’d let a boy up my shirt, let alone if they knew I was thinking about having sex. I could talk to my girlfriends, but I want a guy’s perspective on it.
Me: I’m afraid he’s going to get sick of waiting.
Easton: Nah. If he loves you, he’ll wait forever.
Me: And if he doesn’t love me?
Easton: Then you shouldn’t have sex with him anyway.
Me: Hypocrite.
Easton: How do you figure?
Me: You’ve NEVER had sex with someone you didn’t love?
Easton: Let me get back to you.
Me: Need time to get the list together?
Easton: Need time to put together my defense.
I’m still laughing when his next text comes through.
Easton: This isn’t about me. It’s about you, and YOU deserve the love, the roses, the fucking fairytale. Don’t settle for less.
I turn off my screen and close my eyes. I clutch the phone to my chest, and I’m smiling as I fall asleep.
Part IV.
Shay
Teagan pulls her door open before I have a chance to knock. “I thought you might come over. Do you want to talk?”
“No. I want to go to the bar and drink until I forget that Easton Connor just walked back into my life and set off a bomb in the middle of it.”
“Okay.” Because she’s the best fucking friend ever, she grabs her purse. “Let’s go.”
I shake my head. “Tried that already, but he was there.”
“So you don’t want to go to the bar?”
“I want to go and him not be there.” I growl. I sound mental. “He had the nerve to kiss me.”
Teagan’s eyes go wide and she does that fish-mouthed trying-to-speak thing for a few beats before shaking off her shock. “Easton Connor kissed you?”
