A one-night stand. That’s all Ashlyn Shepherd is to me.
I’ve spent the last five years trying to convince myself that statement is true.
But saying it doesn’t make it so.
She’s the one who slipped away in the middle of the night. The one who—after only one night together—took my heart when she left. Literally, she’s the one who got away.
I hate the way she consumes my every thought, even after all this time.
I hate the way I dream of her every night.
I hate the way I look for her in every crowd.
But mostly I hate how I can’t forget her. Not even a little bit.
We were separated by cruel circumstances and now fate has returned her to me. But everything has changed. She isn’t that carefree girl I met five years ago.
I see so much pain behind her eyes. So much uncertainty. But one thing remains unchanged.
I still want her.