Why the hell do I still love Tyler Green?
More importantly, why am I afraid to admit it to anyone, most of all myself?
Maybe it’s because I stayed behind in our little town, settling into a boring librarian job. It might also be because Tyler’s now a famous rock star. A guitarist. The frontman. A songwriter.
And hotter than ever.
Of course, he wouldn’t care about me all these years later—or anyone else here, for that matter. And that’s how my bestie is finally able to talk me into going to our ten-year high school reunion.
Except he does show up.
And he is interested. At least he is for now. The question is if we can last beyond the weekend.