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Six years ago at a random diner I met a stranger and he became the one who got away, or more correctly the one who didn’t show up.
A small piece of advice from me to you: if you haven’t dated, touched or kissed a guy in years and years… do not try to crawl away or hide from the one who got away. It’s not a good look.
William Carter, the stranger I’d met six years ago, was the last person I’d imagine ever seeing at my dad’s firm where I work. While I panic and fight off the butterflies in my stomach and struggle to act normal, I realize he doesn’t even remember me. I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or heartbroken. Things get worse when I learn we’ll be working in close quarters with each other, but at least I tell him right away that I don’t have a crush on him anymore. Just in case he gets any ideas.
While I’m making lists and making serious changes in my life because I’ve decided I’m ready to be the heroine in my own story, having William just a breath away is not helping. Especially when things shift between us and we start to make eye contact in meetings. Then he shows up in places I least expect him to… as in blind dates and sex clubs. He also gives me cheese because he knows how much I like it, and he leaves secret notes in my office. If you were wondering, I still don’t have a crush on him though. Nope.
Even though I’d promised myself I’d never wait around for another guy and postpone my own life, I’m afraid William Carter, who looks at me as if I’m his and was always supposed to be his, might ruin my hopeful plans and quite possibly ruin me for any other guy, since I’m craving his touch like I’ve never craved anything in my life before. But we both know we’re a losing game, so we keep admitting that neither one of us has a crush on the other.
Not anymore. Not at all. Not even a little bit.
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