One year ago, Brody Scott made the biggest mistake of his life and has lived with his regret every day since then…
One year ago, Demetria ‘Demi’ Rosemead watched the love of her life turn his back on her, leaving her to face one of the hardest things she’s ever had to go through on her own.
So much has happened, and when Brody and Demi are forced to spend a week together after a year apart, they will be drawn back into the raw intensity of what they feel for each other. Only this time, Brody won’t walk away so easily…
But Demi is keeping something from him, and not only will she have to forgive him, but he will have to forgive her too…
Can they erase the time that has passed, and move forward? Or will Demi’s secret and Brody’s mistake keep them from their forever?
*This can be read as a standalone, but it is highly recommended that you read Beneath Your Beautiful to enhance your enjoyment of this book. Due to mature language and adult situations, this book is not recommended for readers under the age of 17.*
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“You’re the strongest person I know,” he murmured. “Brody has no idea what he lost when he left you here.”
“You think too much of me, Jeff.” I was unworthy of this man and he didn’t even know it. His body moved closer and when I looked up, our faces were merely inches apart. I waited for my heart to race and thump wildly in my chest. It never happened and I tried to reason that it didn’t matter. But I was lying. I wanted someone who could get my pulse running wild like…
“I think you’re beautiful and kind, and stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he inched closer and my breath hitched, “and I think I want to kiss you.”
My heart stopped and my brain switched off. It had been so long since I experienced the feel of a mans lips on mine.
“Okay,” I breathed. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting to feel Jeff’s lips against my own.
Just then, the shrill sound of Jeff’s phone ringing pierced the air and we froze. I opened my eyes.
“Dammit,” Jeff muttered, making me smile.
“You’d better get that,” I replied quietly. “Your brother probably thinks I kidnapped you.”
“I’d be a willing captive, Red.”
My heart stuttered back into a steady rhythm and Jeff kissed my forehead before pulling out his phone to answer it. I hopped off the lounger and took the empty wine glass and beer bottle inside. I stood at the basin, rinsing my wine glass when I saw a shadow standing on the sidewalk. I squinted into the darkness, feeling a familiar chill settle over my skin. A car drove past, illuminating the lone figure. Brody. I stilled, locking eyes with the man who put my life back together only to rip it all up. My heart raced, making my body thrum. I hadn’t felt that when Jeff touched me, or even when he kissed me. No. This feeling my body reserved for only one person.