Chapters (50)
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Part Three
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Epilogue
“I think if that were actually the truth, he wouldn’t have been at that party on Saturday at all. If he—truly in his heart—was closed off to the possibility of anything with you, he never would’ve come. I know you don’t believe me, Stone, but I saw the way he looked at you.”
“I don’t know, Mol.”
“You can’t beat yourself up forever. Yes, you hurt him, but at the time, you did what you thought you needed to do. You were dealt a shitty hand, and you reacted the only way you knew how. Even if you had stayed, you wouldn’t have been any good to him in the state you were in. Forgive yourself… finally.”
“I can’t help but resort to feeling angry toward her. If she hadn’t been so selfish, none of this would’ve happened, and he and I could’ve had a chance.”
“How you’re feeling is valid and understandable. Have you talked to Corrine about it?”
“No.”
The soft smile that grazes her face is full of love. I know she means well, but fuck, I don’t want to go there.
“Think about it, at least. Talking to her would help, and I think you know that.”
“I hate you sometimes.” The smirk on my face gives me away.
“No, you don’t. You just hate that I’m right.” She sticks her tongue out at me before getting dinner out of the oven. “You know Julian and I went through hell to get where we are today. We didn’t get here by avoiding our feelings or wallowing in self-pity.”
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
Cash DeMarco
“You look handsome tonight, Cash!”
“Thanks, Stella. You look nice as well.”
It’s Saturday night and I’m stuck at this fundraiser for the University. It’s black tie, stuffy, and I’d rather be anywhere other than here. Luckily, I haven’t run into Stone yet, but it’s only a matter of time. He’s one of the speakers, and it’s mandatory for all faculty to be here. It’s been almost two weeks since I stormed out of his office after I told him our hook-up was a mistake.
I’m still so fucking mad at myself for hooking up with him. For putting myself in the position for that to happen. I should’ve known better. I do fucking know better, dammit.
And now I feel like I’m back at square one. It’s like when he left five years ago all over again… except he didn’t leave. He’s here. I have to see him—not every day, but close enough.