Mia's POV

I'd been in love with James Sullivan since I was sixteen years old.

Back then, it had been innocent—just a stupid teenage crush on my best friend's impossibly hot dad. The kind of crush every girl develops at some point: harmless fantasies about the attractive older man who was kind and funny and completely off-limits. I'd blush when he'd ruffle my hair or ask about school, and Harper would roll her eyes at how awkward I got around him.

But that was three years ago, when I'd been a kid with braces and frizzy hair who still giggled at everything.

Now I was nineteen, home from my first...