Norris Moore bit her lip tightly.
She really regretted it.
Why did she fall in love with Trenton Smith back then? Why did she break up with Alex Miller back then? Alex had spoiled her rotten—how could the capricious and flawed Norris back then be deserving of Alex's love?
She buried her face in Alex's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, sleeping together with him.
It was like they were back to three years ago.
During the chaos of their youth.
Traveling the four corners of the world, smoking, drinking, pulling all-nighters, waking up early with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes to drink coffee, walking the streets, joining parties.
Racing cars, getting in fights, smoking, getting tattoos, getting pass-out drunk in bars, singing loudly on deserted streets.
As reckless youths, they had done these and more together.
He had taught her the Latin dance, cha-cha, rumba, and waltz. All of her dancing skills were taught by him.
He had once been her better half.
