In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.
One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
*This is our story of a maybe ever after.*
He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future.
I couldn’t even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
But it was also that feeling.
The feeling of falling.
“HO. LEE. SHIT.
I feel sorry for all the girls in the world that never get to experience a Jake Andrews at least once in their lifetime.” – Mikayla
So do I! What started off for me as a classic Young Adult book became much, much more! (Jake Andrews, where have you been all my life?) This story is both very sweet and very, very hot, which I love. Mikayla is not only faced with heartbreak very early on in this story, but she is also faced with an unspeakable tragedy. To the rescue comes the hot Jake Andrews, who is actually a really, really great guy underneath all that baseball-playing hotness. And he’s funny, too. Mikayla has moments of humor, too, which totally works to lighten up the darker parts of this story.
Jake and Mikayla have some very explicit sessions together but they do not take their relationship past a certain point throughout much of the story. But it actually works! The tension between the two characters keeps the story moving forward and kept me turning the pages to see what would happen next:
“The sexual tension between Jake and I is off the charts. I’m actually scared I might combust any second. No joke.” – Mikayla
They both want to be more, they want it all. I loved this story and loved the author’s writing style. There’s drama, humor, lots of sexual tension, plenty of sexy times, and a great story line. Highly recommended for anyone who loves a hot young adult story.
“It’s a small touch, our skin only lightly grazing, but it feels so intimate, like we’re more than what we are. I know I want to be. I want to be more than this.” – Jake
I’m being a dick, and not concentrating on what I’m doing, and I think I end up putting the wrong weights on the bar because when I go to press them, I can’t, and I’m fucking struggling to get the bar off my chest.
“Woah.” I hear, as someone comes to spot me and get the bar back on the rack.
James. Of course it is.
“You all right, man?” he asks.
“I’m fine, asshole,” I spit out.
He’s taken aback for a second, before he removes his earphones and starts winding them around his iPod, like he’s ready to have a long conversation.
Great, just what I fucking need.
“I uh,” he clears his throat. This kid’s awkward as hell. “I heard you went to Emily’s grave on her birthday.”
I look at him sideways.
“Micky told me,” he states.
I don’t care.
He takes a deep breath in, and then sighs out loud.
I don’t say anything. Just sit on the bench and wait or him to fuck off.
“You know I asked Micky to marry me, right?”
Oh god, I can not have this conversation with him, not now.
I stay silent.
He continues, “I asked Kevin, her dad. I asked his permission before I did it.”
“So?” I bite out, because I don’t know where this conversation is going but I hate that we’re having it. “She said no, right?”
“Yeah, she did. That’s not the point I’m trying to make so quit being a jerk and let me finish.”
So I do.
“Kevin, he was a really good guy. He loved his girls more than anything. My dad, he’s kind of a prick. He’s one of those dads you’re always trying to impress, you know? Like nothing you do is ever good enough.”
I remember his dad from the funeral. I get it.
“Anyway, Kevin, he was different, always accepted you. His girls could have been or done anything, and he would always love and encourage them.”
I wait for him to go on.
“Shit, what I’m trying to say is that, when I asked him for permission, he kind of just looked at me strange for a few seconds, and I swear I thought he was going to say no. Then he clapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘James, she’s eighteen, and I can’t stop you. I think it’s a little young, but I was eighteen when I met Denise, so I can’t talk. I’m sure you will both make the right decision, and she’ll learn to love you as a husband.’”
He clears his throat.
“I was so fucking happy he was okay with it, I didn’t even think about what he said until later. That she would ‘learn’ to love me as a husband.” He pauses for a bit, thinking about his next words.
“I get it now, Jake, what he meant. She shouldn’t have to learn to love me like that, she just should. And, somehow, Kevin knew that she didn’t. And, now I see … I see it, the way she is with you, the way she looks at you, that’s how it should have been. Like you’re the only one. You’re it, Jake. You’re all of it. Her forever.”
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Author of Mature YA / New Adult contemporary novels, MORE THAN THIS and a soon to be released sequel, MORE THAN HER. I enjoy reading and writing books that make people laugh, cry andswoon for dreamy book boyfriends. When not doing either of those, I can be found looking after my two little boys, and trying to avoid house work at all costs.