I kick a pebble across the sidewalk, then stand and rummage through my bag to fish out a jacket. It’s early spring and the region has been unseasonably warm, but tonight there’s a chilly breeze.
Not wanting to put my phone down, I awkwardly cradle it against my chin as I try slipping my arm through the sleeve. I almost have my other arm through when my phone breaks free and crashes against the ground.
I reach for it quickly; it’s my only lifeline right now. I must go for it at the same time someone else does, because our heads crack together with what feels like an ungodly force.
The guy manages to get the phone, while I stand and clamp my hand against my forehead, trying to get my bearings.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
His voice trails off, either because I am severely concussed or because my stomach doing somersaults turned off blood flow to my brain. Because I’d know that voice anywhere. It’s whispered my name between kisses, yelled at me when I was being a little too stubborn. It’s comforted me when I was crying, and used to be my favorite sound in the world.
Until its owner used it to break up with me going on four years ago now.
He’s still gorgeous as ever, and the years since I’ve seen him have definitely been more than kind.
“Macy?” he asks, the confusion on his face melting into that crooked smile I used to dream about.
What a cute quick read about second chance romance. Before returning to the states, Macy decides to spend some time in Paris only to literally run into someone she never thought she'd see again. Fate steps in and brings Macy face to face with her true love, Beckett. Can these two people find what they lost and make lasting memories in the city of love? 4 stars ~Tasha~