*Lauren*
The gravel crunched beneath my sandals as I quickened my pace while doubts buzzed through my mind like aggressive bees, refusing to be swatted aside. Had Lucas found out? Was this the end of us? The familiar saying echoed mockingly in my head: no one ever says "we need to talk" and follows it up with good news.
Shelby's life seemed so neatly bundled—red hair, gray eyes, smart humor for days, two beautiful twins, and a love story that I wanted more than I could possibly explain.
I wanted my love story with Lucas to end up like Shelby’s. But instead, I was here, struggling to tell the man I love the simple truth.
The bungalow came into view, and there he was, Lucas, with his messy dark hair and tanned skin that always seemed to glow in the twilight. He was the embodiment of everything I never knew I wanted until him.
And now, possibly, everything I stood to lose.
