Lemon Tarts & Stolen Hearts by Dylann Crush

Author:Dylann Crush [Crush, Dylann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tickled Pinkest

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Misty

Jake was right. What was I trying to do? I had no right to barge back into his life and demand a second chance. I’d given that up when I walked out on him. He’d given me a promise ring. I hadn’t forgotten that, just like I hadn’t forgotten the fact that he’d actually followed up that promise ring with a real proposal a few years after. I had no idea how hard it would hit me when I finally realized what a fool I’d been.

“You okay?” Jake gently put his hand on my back as he handed me my purse.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I just needed a minute.” I slung my purse strap over my shoulder and turned so he couldn’t see the tears that had started to flow.

“It’s okay, Misty. Talk to me.” He crowded closer.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and cling to him. Like a rock in the middle of a river, or a life raft in a stormy sea. He’d always been my anchor—the one who could keep me grounded when things got out of control, and I felt like flying into a million pieces. But he wasn’t mine anymore. I’d given him up when I walked away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come back.” In that moment all I wanted to do was flee. I didn’t care where, I just needed to go. To get away from Jake and his memories of promise rings and anniversaries. To escape somewhere where I could pretend that I wasn’t still lovesick for a guy who I’d intentionally walked away from. Who I’d hurt.

He should have agreed with me. He should have handed me my keys and told me to get going. He should have done a million different things. But he didn’t. He pulled me in close, so close that my cheek smashed against his chest. I couldn’t help but inhale his scent. Fabric softener mixed with the unmistakable smell of Irish Spring soap. It had been so long since I’d smelled that signature scent of his. The T-Shirt I’d squirreled away when I left town had lost its smell long ago. I never realized how much I missed it, how much I’d counted on him to calm me down and settle my nerves.

Jake’s arms wrapped around me, nestling me into his broad chest, and I lost it. The tears started as a trickle then began to fall. His hands moved up and down my spine, soft and gentle. He cradled me against him like something precious, just like he used to. I tried to turn off the waterworks, but it was impossible. I had a reservoir of bottled up tears that had been waiting for a crack in my armor to start pouring through.

I wriggled my arms between us so I could try to wipe the wetness from my cheeks. Even my hair came loose and strands of it fell in my face. Some girls looked pretty when they cried, but not me. I was an ugly crier.

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