But he's not a boy anymore. He's a gorgeous, painfully tempting man in his prime. A famous actor who could have anyone he wants.
Why does he keep choosing me?
The papers are buzzing with scandals these days. I'm the director of his TV show, if we get caught together, it would ruin both our careers.
I didn't think he'd be happy when I ended our fling, but I didn't expect him to act like I don't exist, even when we're in the same room. It's driving me crazy. I want to kick his ass... I want to kiss his warm mouth.
How can this be the same person I was best friends with in high school?
As much as he deserves it, I'm doing my best not to hate him.
I have to.
Because loving him hurts even worse.