What If
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Claire Bennet and Eli Dawson have been best friends since freshman year of college-inseparable, undeniable, and impossibly blind to the truth everyone else could see: they were never just friends. Their connection was messy, magnetic, and full of the kind of tension you only find in the space between almost and never. For years, they danced around the feelings they couldn't name. Late-night talks turned into almost-kisses. As memories resurface and old wounds reopen, they're forced to confront everything they avoided: the timing, the choices, the fears-and the one question neither ever truly answered. What if they had chosen each other? Told with aching tenderness, biting humor, and cinematic emotion. "What If" is a story of missed chances, unresolved love, and the courage it takes to finally say what you should have said all along.
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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