"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Four years ago, Chassie George Lewis gave her heart and her body to the one person she was never supposed to fall for: her sister's best friend. One night with Nathaniel Forester became something neither of them expected-a baby boy, and a bond they never quite defined. Now, they're co-parenting like pros-friendly, functional, strictly platonic. Or so she tells herself. But when she sees Nathan with someone else, feelings she thought were buried resurface-sharp and stubborn than ever. Along with them comes the ache for a chance... one she never allowed herself to hope for.