Bad Apple

Well, yeah.” He grins sheepishly. “I forgot, we’re getting married someday. Like maybe in a year? I’ll let you pick the date

Hell, I even miss listening to him sing along to the Beach Boys.”

A knowing smile curves her mouth. “It’s a pretty amazing feeling, isn’t it

Wait—who exactly am I meeting?” I ask.

“The new drama teacher,” she chirps before strolling away

You’re nothing if not spontaneous.”

Well, she has me on that one. My impulsive nature is how I ended up with Maggie. I

and the unbearable weight bearing down on my chest…it had nothing to do with losing my job.

And everything to do with losing Ben

then pause to flash her my best Ben Barrett grin, and hope she can’t hear the sound of my heart cracking open in my chest

lower my head to kiss the quivering away. It’s the sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared, and something

“Of course I care about you,” I say roughly. “Hell, I—” might be falling in love with you. But I don’t say that out loud

But I want to thank you first.”

“For what?”

“For being there when I needed somebody.” I gulp. “And for being so damn real.”

showed in the way he held me after sex, the way he stroked my hair and fell asleep with his head against my breasts