All I Want
Abby Ryan
He was my brother's best friend. Off-limits. Absolutely not.
So I did what any rational nineteen-year-old would do—I wrote him a love letter confessing everything. Then I chickened out and threw it away.
That was eight years ago.
I never sent it.
He found it anyway.
Now I'm back home for Christmas, and Cole Brennan is everywhere—bigger, quieter, and looking at me like he knows exactly what I wrote. Like he's been waiting for me to come back.
Like he's done pretending he doesn't want me.
One house. Two weeks. Eight years of secrets.

