Maddox:
What. Just. Happened.
One second I was tossing folded hoodies into my dresser, my little sister helping me settle in before school, and the next—I saw her.
Julie.
Three damn years since I last saw her.
But it wasn’t the Julie from back then. Not the girl who used to roll her eyes at my sarcasm and steal my fries, bare-faced in an oversized hoodie, freckles on full display and her curls piled on top of her head like she gave zero effort.
No. This Julie was a bombshell.
High-waisted pants that hugged her in all the right places, soft gloss on her full lips, mascara that made her already big eyes even more dangerous. A few small pieces of jewelry that somehow made her glow like something untouchable. She looked like she stepped out of one of those Manhattan fashion blogs Cassie
