Him

enough to walk in here and tell me he loves me, I’ve got to take some chances, too.

“Tonight, I want you in nothing but my Toronto jersey.”

I can’t escape Jamie Canning, no matter how hard I try.

He’s right about that. Summer always ends.

Everything reminds me of Jamie.

I love Jamie. I’ve always loved Jamie. And now that I know he feels the same way, I can’t wait to see him again. To live with him again.

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.

Funny how he thinks it’s weird when I sniff his hair, but he’s perfectly fine that I’m about two seconds from dry humping his backside.

Inseparable. A while ago my tongue was inseparable from his. And it was all my doing. I mauled my best friend. His taste is still on my lips.

He’s going to kill me. The role reversal melts my brain, because I’m the one who’s usually in charge, who calls the shots, sets the limits.