The Memory of You; A Second Chance Romance

The Memory of You; A Second Chance Romance

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Elijah was my best friend as a child. He was my lover in my teens. He was my everything once. And in adulthood, now him and I are nothing but memories of a summer long gone. As a child, a teen, he had painted my life in new colours I hadn't know my life was colourless in. He taught me how to love, in a gentle and pure way. When one night ended it all, one night breaking a hundred summers, the singer, Amelia, ran away from her hometown, away from him, and was never seen again. But that was years ago, and when Amelias career implodes in her face, her singing partner and boyfriend has cheated on her, and now she runs again. Back home this time. I haven't been home in years, and I never thought I would. When I was a chid, I didn't realise that our childhood love could've echoed back in my adult life. I didn't feel the ripples when I was touring the world singing, the memories of us, until I was back at the house. Back at the beach where he had kissed me senseless all those summers ago. Before I had thought that all we were was a collective bunch of memories that had become golden under the light of age. I thought that him and I were a dead past, but now seeing him, swimming with him under the sun, I wonder if he can become my future too.
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'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

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