It’s your favorite pair of faded blue jeans that fit like a hug. It’s a sunny Sunday morning with vinyls on the stereo for kitchen dancing. It’s used bookstore chaos, endless summers, and chasing cotton candy skies. It’s reckless — a lipstick-love-notes-on-the-mirror kind of love.
All I ever wanted was to be perfect. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? It was the only way to change how people saw me and my past.
I, Logan Solomon, could not screw up.
Going home to Beaufort, North Carolina, for my sister’s wedding was a painful reminder of everything I had tried to leave behind.
One perfect drink with her maid of honor turned into five.
And those perfect drinks turned into one night that would change everything.
My sister’s best friend had always been on the other side of a line I wasn’t supposed to cross.
𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸.