BRITNEY
I gradually opened my eyes, somehow fearful if I did it any quicker, the night before would be some invention of my imagination. A dream or illusion that didn’t actually take place. It was still early enough, the sun hadn’t come up yet, and Josh slept quietly, clutching his pillow. Josh slept. Next to me. It was surreal. Joshua Knight, the man that had consumed my every thought for almost three years, the man that invaded my dreams, the man I couldn’t stay away from, was lying next to me after a night of intimacy.
The perfect man: rich, gorgeous, and a genuinely nice guy–and completely out of my league. Part of me felt remorseful that I walked away from my life, from Tristin, for this. It made me feel almost dirty. But the other part, however, had my insides doing somersaults.
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