It’s all about the #Selfie.
She was the one girl I never wanted.
Until I had her.
Something we both wanted to forget.
I got rid of the proof. The one piece of evidence that could remind us both.
At least, I thought I did.
When it shows up on the school Buzzfeed, rumors fly. Friendships are tested and the feels get real.
I don’t do relationships. I don’t open my heart.
Especially for a girl everyone knows I hate.
What happens during spring break, stays in spring break.
Until it follows you home.
I didn’t think. I just reacted.
I leapt over the railing with ease. The distance down and the uneven sand I would be landing on didn’t even cross my mind.
It didn’t matter.
I landed like a cat, no trouble at all, and the second my feet hit the sand, I moved forward. Ivy was almost beneath the deck, but not quite. Her back was to me and she was sitting up, hunched forward over part of herself.
She was muttering some pretty damn colorful curse words beneath her breath, and my face split into a smile. “Another angry crab attack you?”
She stiffened and looked over her shoulder. Long blond hair cascaded down her back and partially over her shoulder, creating a waterfall around her.
God, she was beautiful.
Wait. No. No, she wasn’t.
I cleared my throat.
“Braeden?” She glanced up, surprised. “Did you jump down here?”
“Well, you screamed like you might be dying,” I quipped.
“Hardly.” She tried to roll her eyes, but it turned into a grimace. “I need a Band-Aid,” she said pathetically.
I bit back a smile and crouched down beside her. “Let me see.”
She leaned back a little so her body wasn’t blocking my view. The movement brought her closer against me, and the scent of cinnamon wrapped around me. My stomach muscles tightened and I jerked slightly. There was no way she could have noticed, but her head tilted back and her eyes found mine.
We stared at each other for the span of a few heartbeats, neither of us moving or saying a word until someone called down from above, wanting to know if we were okay.
I blinked, bringing myself back from the edge—the edge I always seemed perched on around her—and motioned for her to show me what was wrong.
She lifted her foot into her lap, and I looked down.
I heard myself mutter something, but I was back to not thinking again.
She had the cap of a beer bottle sticking out of the bottom of her foot. Blood oozed out around it and dripped into the sand.
I cradled her foot in my hand and gently stroked my thumb along her heel. A shudder moved through her, and I glanced up.
“Hurts, huh?” I murmured.
She blinked. “Uh…” She blinked again. “Yeah.”
Using one hand, I reached around to the base of my neck and pulled my T-shirt up over my head. I didn’t say anything when I reached for her again, and without any warning, I yanked the cap free.
Her breath hissed between her teeth and she smacked my arm.
“Hey!” I snapped.
“That hurt!” she yelled, but it came out more like a whimper.
I tossed the cap over my shoulder and glanced back down. Fresh blood welled. “It’s over now,” I said gently and used my shirt to wrap around her foot.
Once the shirt was in place, I pressed her foot between my hands, applying a little pressure.
Really, I just wasn’t ready to let go.
“Braeden?” Her voice caressed me. Being down here mostly concealed by the deck in the cool sand and low lighting brought back last night. It reminded me of the undeniable electricity between us.
I thought for sure it would be gone.
It was still there.
Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently resides in North Carolina with her children (human and furry) and her husband, who is a United States Marine.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
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