Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a crush on a boy. Eventually, they fell in love. They lived happily ever after.
Except they didn’t. Not even close.
I’m the girl, but that’s not my story.
Once upon a time, I fell for a boy, but we didn’t have a happily ever after. In fact, we crashed and burned. Which turned out to be for the best because it forced me to grow up and realize the only wedding bells in my future are the ones I orchestrate for clients.
For six years I’ve been perfectly content with meaningless, short-lived flings and running from anything that resembles a real relationship.
He’s my best friend’s brother, and he’s no longer the boy I fell for—he’s a man I can’t stand.
Oh, and he’s also my new neighbor.
Seemingly overnight, Jasmine Winters went from being my sister’s best friend to being the girl I couldn’t get enough of. But like most good things, it didn’t last.
Things fell apart so suddenly, I’m able to convince myself that summer never happened. At least, I was, until the only distance between us is a hallway instead of a time zone.
Six years ago, I let Jasmine slip through my fingers without an explanation because I was convinced we’d be better off apart. But now that we’re neighbors, our unspoken vow of apathy has unwittingly been shattered. Our exchanges consist of trading insults and icy stare downs. But in-between, I catch glimpses of the way she used to look at me, glimpses of the girl I fell for years ago.
Things are different now, though. This time… I won’t let her walk away without giving me answers.
When Light Leads to You is the second full-length novel of the Forget Me Knot series, but can be read as a standalone. **Due to strong language and the sexy times between these two, this book is recommended to readers ages 18 and up.**
“What now?” Dean asked, his green eyes searing into me.
It was the million-dollar question, and one I hadn’t stopped wondering about since leaving the house. My body screamed, you know what now, idiot, but my head knew better than to think having sex with Dean was anything but a disaster waiting to happen.
We both stood against our cars, neither of us making an effort to go up to our respective apartments. I desperately needed to put some space between us, but my feet refused to move. He stepped toward me, and I forced myself to hold his gaze instead of letting it fall to his lips. Not that his eyes were any less crippling.
What the fuck do we do now?
I couldn’t look at the man without wanting to throw myself on top of him to find out if he was as well-hung as I imagined him to be.
“Wanna come up and think it over?” he prompted when I didn’t answer.
I immediately shook my head and ignored the very specific part of my anatomy already screaming yes to his question. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dean. I don’t know how to handle this—the new us. Normally, I’d throw caution to the wind, but I think we can both agree that’s probably not the best decision in our case.”
Dean’s jaw clenched as he blinked slowly, an indiscernible emotion passing over his face. Before I could analyze it, a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, producing dimples in its wake.
I stifled a sigh. Why couldn’t he have an under bite? Or a weird snaggletooth? Or at least an average, doesn’t-make-me-wanna-bang-him smile?
“For curiosity’s sake, what exactly would ‘throwing caution to the wind’ entail, Jas?” he asked, hovering inches from me.
I’d teased him earlier, now he was paying me back. Except, Dean never played fair. His cologne swirled around us, beckoning me closer to him. I studied his chest as if I had only seconds to memorize its every curve and swell. If I moved my gaze up to his face, I knew his flawless features would all fight for my attention. I should probably just blindfold myself any time I’m around Dean.
Mmm. Blindfold. Blindfold in bed.
I bit my lip. Suddenly, the blindfold thing wasn’t such a good idea. Scratch that.
I bolted for the stairs, only turning back when I’d had time to suck in some deep breaths. “The possibilities are endless. Use your imagination, Dean.”
Thanks to his insanely long legs, Dean caught up to me before I could safely make it into my apartment.
“Jasmine, I don’t know how to handle us either, but that doesn’t mean we won’t figure something out eventually. You should know…I always find a way to get what I want.” He smirked, and if smirks could talk, I swear to God this one would’ve just said, “Game on, babe.”
“Uh, good to…uh huh, good. Yep, good talk.”
Dean’s chuckle was the last thing I heard before our doors closed.
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About C.R. Ellis
C.R. Ellis is a Texas native who writes contemporary romance novels with plenty of drama and humor, and just enough heat to ignite e-readers and paperbacks everywhere. She can almost always be found attached to her laptop with coffee nearby and her two trusty canine sidekicks by her side. When she’s not writing or plotting, she enjoys going to concerts with her sweet husband, dragging him along to see rom-coms at any theater that serves booze, checking off the next destination on her ever-growing travel bucket list, and trying new recipes.
Her passion for writing stems from her lifelong love of reading, and she often binge-reads entire books in a day. She’s an unapologetic book hoarder, and her paperback collection is rivaled only by her massive shoe collection.