Blossoming Beginnings Series by Jess Taylor

Love. A four letter word describing a feeling that most children grow up surrounded by. I didn’t. Until Asher Gray. The guy always up for a good time. The friend I could always rely on. The man who also happened to be my brother’s best friend. He made me feel more cherished than anyone else ever had. I’d gotten used to our friendship, regardless of how attracted to him I was. I never thought we could be anything more... moreLove. A four letter word describing a feeling that most children grow up surrounded by. I didn’t. Until Asher Gray. The guy always up for a good time. The friend I could always rely on. The man who also happened to be my brother’s best friend. He made me feel more cherished than anyone else ever had. I’d gotten used to our friendship, regardless of how attracted to him I was. I never thought we could be anything more. Until the look in his eyes changed, and I realized that maybe we were never really friends at all. Maybe the love I always longed for was standing right in front of me. But now my past is coming back to haunt me and suddenly I don’t know how to protect the man I love from it. I don’t even know how to protect myself. All I do know is that I want him by my side through it all. less

Eight years ago, there was a boy. He was my best friend, and then one night he became more. The night was magical, full of love and promises of the future. But then my life turned upside down. I told Kyson Hill I loved him. I told him we were forever. Then I left the next morning. I didn’t want to say goodbye. I didn’t want to break his heart. Turns out I broke it anyway. I never spoke to him again. Until now. Now, he’s here. He wants answers. Answers that I can’t give him... moreEight years ago, there was a boy. He was my best friend, and then one night he became more. The night was magical, full of love and promises of the future. But then my life turned upside down. I told Kyson Hill I loved him. I told him we were forever. Then I left the next morning. I didn’t want to say goodbye. I didn’t want to break his heart. Turns out I broke it anyway. I never spoke to him again. Until now. Now, he’s here. He wants answers. Answers that I can’t give him. Answers that I don’t know how to admit to myself. The boy who was my everything is my new roommate, and he hates me. And me? Well, I just hate that I still love him. less