MAYA

I had been in love with Roman Hale since I was fifteen.

Not the silly kind of crush. The real kind. The kind that made my stomach twist every time he walked into a room. The kind that stayed even after I left for college and tried to date boys my own age.

Now I was twenty and home for the summer, and nothing had changed.

I stood in the kitchen of the Hale house, drying the same plate for the third time, listening to his voice from the living room. He was talking to my best friend, Avery, about some work thing. Deep, calm, the same voice that...