This isn’t our second chance.
It’s one kiss with the girl who got away.
A better goodbye than we had ten years ago.

That’s what I keep telling myself. But her fingers are in my hair, her breath hot against my lips. My hands… everywhere.

The rational part of my brain knows we should stop.
I’m not staying and she won’t leave.

But then the rational part of my brain hasn’t exactly been in control since I set eyes on Abby again. One look, and suddenly it’s the guy below my belt dirty talking in my ear.

I like what he’s saying.

We’re adults now. A few more minutes of breathless and please won’t hurt anyone.

Thing is, I’m pretty sure this is the same voice from high school promising just the tip…