Crash
Lizzie Hart Stevens
I consider it my personal calling to prove to him he isn't God's gift to women. He embarrassed me, he got under my skin. And I can't let him get away with it.
Until he shows up at my best friends wedding. All wearing his suit and tie, looking like a model straight out of GQ. And even though I thought I'd moved on, our connection was undeniable, the sex unbelievable. It was a night I'd never forget.
We can't get enough of each other. Each night is better than the last, each touch bringing us closer than I ever imagined possible. Piece by piece he's tearing down his walls, showing sides of himself I never knew existed.
But when tragedy strikes can we survive the fall out, or will we crash and burn?
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