Left me?
We were going to be fuck buddies.
Nothing more.
“We weren’t serious,” I remind him, swallowing down the lies as they die in my throat.
“I adored you, Sierra.”
Four words.
Four words are all it takes to shatter my entire world.
“Me too,” I whisper, our eyes locking. “But why didn't you call? Even once?” The question I’ve buried for five years finally surfaces.
His face crumples. “Because I was afraid you'd moved on.”
Something inside me breaks at the pain in his voice. Five years of anger start to crumble.
He nods, unable to meet my eyes.
“Is your mom okay?”
Crane nods, his eyes lighting up.
“She’s good, thanks. Doing better than she ever did in this shithole, that’s for sure.”
“I still live in this shithole,” I scoff, staring back at the brochure like it’s going to help me. “Some things never change.”
Crane smirks, allowing his gaze to ruin me.
I feel like tiny fires are starting all over me when he leans forward, his eyes on the brochure.
“Miami?”
“For the bachelorette party,” I breathe, unable to tear my eyes away from his mouth that’s curving into a devilish smile.
“Oh? I’m planning one for your brother. Maybe we could get together to compare ideas?”
Is he serious?
“Probably best that we don’t get together,” I say, closing the brochure.
His gaze is setting me alight, and I can’t stop staring at his fucking mouth.
“Why? Don’t you trust yourself with me?”
Blood pounds in my ears as I laugh nervously.
Five years.
He did it for his mother.
This changes things, right?
“You’re overthinking,” Crane observes, letting out a throaty chuckle. “Stop thinking and go with your gut. Come over tonight. Your brother and Lorena are out, so they won’t hear us.”
“Hear us?” I squeak out, my eyes bulging.
