I've always loved Zander Brockman in some shape or form. The boy who lived next door for the first seventeen years of my life has been my best friend, my confidant, my first crush, and my first love. I trusted him with my life and my heart. When he smiled at me I knew everything was going to be okay.
Until it wasn't.
I haven't seen that girl in seventeen years, and I've missed her every damn day. I knew I wasn't good enough for her, so the night before I left with my bandbrothers for California, I stole a night with her. I lived off those memories. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't wanted to talk to her just one more time, but I knew she deserved a better man than me. Now, after seeing her again, I realize that I didn't care if she should have a better man. My feelings were still as strong as they have ever been for her. I wanted to be with her.
But she hated the very sight of me.
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