An all-new friends-to-lovers romance is coming next week from author Melanie Harlow, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
Her brows peaked. “The I’ve got ideas look. Now tell the truth.” She folded her arms. “Did you sleep with him?”
I sighed, giving up the pretense. “Yes.”
She squealed and clapped her hands. “Yay! Once?” “Yes.” Then I grinned. “Once in the hallway, once in his bed, once in his bathtub, and once in his office.”
The smile slid off Meg’s face, her expression morphing from delight to shock. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve done it that many times since you’ve been home?”
“Well, most of that happened last Saturday night. But yeah, things did move kind of quickly.” I lifted my shoulders. “I’m a little scared how quickly, actually.”
“Why? He seems like such a great guy.”
“Because he is a great guy. Because I like him so much. Because if my life were different and not so fucked up, he’d be exactly the kind of guy I was looking for.” I swallowed hard. “I could fall for him so easily, Meg.”
“But your life isn’t fucked up anymore, Syl—that’s the beautiful thing.” She took me by the shoulders. “Don’t scare yourself out of giving him a chance.”
“I’m not, I swear.” I shook my head. “In fact, I’d probably be wise to be more cautious, not less. But I can’t seem to stay away from him.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” “There’s this voice,” I blurted. “Voice?” “In my head,” I explained. “And it makes me doubt myself. It makes me feel like I can’t trust what I’m feeling.”
“Don’t listen to it,” she said, as if it were that easy. “But—”“But nothing. I know how unhappy you were last fall—how unhappy you’ve been for years. If the thought of being with Henry makes you happy, you should give him a chance.”
“It’s not just me I have to think about,” I reminded her. “I have two children.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about them.” She sighed. “Children do make things more complicated. But I’m sure yours want you to be happy, right? You just have to talk to them.”
I decided not to mention Whitney’s suspicious questions last night—mostly because I just didn’t want to think about them. “This whole discussion could be for nothing,” I said. “I mean, Henry might not have any interest in dating me for real. He could have anyone—someone younger and prettier and without kids.”
She smirked. “Trust me. He has interest. Even Noah asked me if you two were fucking.”
“Jeez,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Are we the two least chill people on the planet?” She laughed. “It’s possible, but hey. Good chemistry is good chemistry. And it’s not easy to find, so don’t waste it. Come on, we should get back to the party.”
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