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Love
Surfaced
by
by
Michelle
Lynn
The equations are simple.
Piper Ashby + Brad Ashby = Twin
Siblings
Brad Ashby + Tanner McCain = Best
Friends
Piper Ashby + Tanner McCain = Off
limits
Tanner and I abided by the rules. We
stayed on our designated sides of the relationship circle.
Ignoring swarming butterflies.
Brushing off skipped heartbeats.
Settling on lingering stares.
Here’s the secret … a hand extended over that invisible line once,
exponentially changing the equation. I was convinced we could make our
relationship work until Tanner broke the trust he embedded in me from the age
of seven.
One deceit of mega proportions and the relationship we built for
that short month vanished. I swore never to speak to him again and it’s worked.
Until now—two years later, when my brother’s wedding places me face-to-face
with the best man—Tanner McCain.
Leaving one equation to be solved. Can love surface twice?
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“Piper.”
He hesitates before joining me on the cement stoop.
I
question why he even searched me out even though it’s been his MO lately, popping
up wherever I am.
He
places his arm across my shoulders and pulls me into him, which only brings a
ripple of warmth to the pit of my stomach. “Come here.”
My
head burrows into his strong chest, and his hand soothingly roams up and down
my back. I sink into him. With the comfort of his arm, the tension in my
shoulders from placing fifth in my swim meet slowly releases.
Refusing
to let him make my mind race with his confusing affection, I sit up. Swiping
the tears from my eyes, I honestly confess, “Tanner, it was my last shot.”
He
begins to shake his head, but I stop him, “No, I have to realize it. My dream
of swimming in the Olympics is over.” I rise to my feet, and the heaviness in
my chest sinks back into place now that I’m out of his embrace.
He
follows me over to the oak tree. Coming up behind me, his hot breath tickles my
neck. My pulse races into overdrive, reminding me of how badly I want him.
Why does he keep leading me on?
He
continues to toe the line between friendship and more, but he never actually
steps over it. Each time his hand brushes mine or his eyes search me out, my
heart stops beating for a moment as I hope this is it—until he crushes the
fluttering butterflies and steps away.
I
close my eyes from the view of Michigan University’s football stadium because I
need to calm my insides. “Why are you here?”
He
should be with my twin brother, preparing for their own meet.
“You
should be in warm-ups.”
His
hands land on my shoulders, and he leans down. At our connection, a tingle spreads
through my body.
“I saw
you leaving the pool house.” His voice cracks.
I hear
his deep intake of breath.
“That’s
not what I’m asking, Tanner.”
When I
turn around, I almost collapse when I come face-to-face with this gorgeous guy.
He’s absolutely one hundred percent the perfect male.
My perfect male.
His
brown hair is tucked away in his MU hat that’s flipped backward. His lips and
cheeks are rosy from the early spring chill in the air. With only a sweatshirt
and track pants on, he’s the epitome of a college student. His good looks
remind me of the unbearable yearning that pulls me toward him.
His
eyes are so transparent that I can see the torment of his inner turmoil from
our situation, meaning nothing has changed for him. He’s as conflicted as ever
because I’m his best friend’s sister.
“I
don’t know.” His voice is soft, caressed with the sweetness he’s shown me the
last few months.
My
stomach drops at his words. I want to grab his face with my hands and beg him
to admit that the small seed of attraction has grown over the years and we can
no longer dodge around it.
Instead,
I stand there, with my hands at my sides, silently pining for the day he
acknowledges our desire for one another.
“Then,
that’s a problem.” My heart thumps as I sidestep him and weave through the sporadic
clumps of snow that have yet to melt from the harsh winter.
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Michelle moved around the Midwest
most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in
the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband
and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which
helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the
encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many
stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or
writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the
phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing
around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time
after putting the kids to bed.
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