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my body to adjust to the invasion. It wasn’t an invasion though, I wanted him there, no matter how foreign it felt.
    Then something strange happened.
    My body relaxed, welcomed him. The pain subsided, and it was replaced by something else. A need coiling deep within me. A need to feel this with Jason, to give this part of myself to him and only him.
    “You okay?” he asked, frowning.
    I pulled has face towards mine, and coaxed his tongue into my mouth. That was my answer. I was fine. I was perfect.
    I moved my hips and he followed, setting a slow rhythm until I was ready for more.
    “Jason,” I half moaned, half sighed. “Ohhhhh.”
    “I’m close baby,” he replied. I could tell he was controlling his movements for my benefit, but I didn’t want him to. It was unlikely that I’d orgasm my first time, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. I wanted him to enjoy this, and more importantly, I wanted him to want to do it again.
    I gripped his back and slid my feet down to his calves.
    “Let go,” I said. “It’s okay. I’m good.”
    He hesitated, looking me in the eye and then moved faster until he shivered in my arms. Our skin was damp, and the room smelled like sex. It was heady, and it made my body tingle in all the right places. Jason’s breaths hit my shoulder, and I squeezed him to me. He pulled back to look at me, a half smile playing at his lips.
    “That was…”
    “Perfect,” I finished for him.
    He spent the hour that followed cleaning me up in the shower. He took his time, learning the curvature of my body.
    We fell asleep a naked entanglement of limbs, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. The night had been magical and I didn’t want it to end. I watched him sleep until the sun rose, and forced myself to acknowledge the magnitude of what had transpired between us.
    I was in love with him. Irrevocably. Completely.
    That was my biggest mistake. Falling in love with a man who wasn’t actually available. By the time I found out though, it was too late. My heart was his.
    And I never really got it back.
     

CHAPTER 7
    L ACY
    “This is really good,” Paige says. She looks up at me with a reassuring smile.
    Paige Matthews is the Editorial Assistant for HarperCollins in Chicago, and she’s been a family friend for years.
    Two days after what I now call ‘the incident’ with Jason, I pulled myself out of my self-loathing stupor and sent her my book. I knew the chances of her being able to read it were slim, so imagine my surprise when she called to tell me she’s put other manuscripts aside in order to read mine first.
    At first I was apprehensive, especially because not an ounce of the story is fiction, but I decided that for once in my life I wanted to take a risk, and do something for myself. This was it.
    “Thank you,” I reply, shifting in my seat.
    “I just have a few suggestions.”
    I wait as Paige sifts through a few pages and finds the notes she made in red ink.
    “I think you need to go through the scene where our heroine has the pregnancy scare, and when she finds out the hero is engaged to someone else. Something about it feels… disingenuous. ”
    I frown. I haven’t told her the book is written exactly how it happened. I don’t know if I’d be able to go back to those scenes and rewrite them to seem more real. They’re as real as they could get.
    “I don’t think I can do that,” I say, being honest.
    Paige regards me from behind her glasses and rests her elbows on her desk. “Why not?”
    I sigh. I’ll have to tell her the truth, before she makes me rewrite anything .
    “Because that’s exactly how it happened. If I change anything it would make it a lie.”
    Her brows dip in confusion and then her eyes widen in understanding. “You’re telling me this is real? That it actually happened?”
    I nod, unable to say the words.
    “This is the real story then? About you and Jason Tate?”
    Again I nod. She knows the story, and it doesn’t surprise me. Everyone knows