I haven't seen my teenage crush Miles Thatcher in years-seven to be exact.
Not since the day we buried my best friend and his little sister.
A lot has changed in that time.
I'm now in college and not the innocent girl who once harbored a crush on my best friend's older brother. And Miles is no longer the sweet boy I fell in love with.
Now he's just a big city alpha-hole with a big bank account and an even bigger ego.
But some things never change.
No matter how much time passes, I'm still a fool who can't get over him. And he's still a man so blinded by his grief he can't see the love that's right in front of his eyes.