has it all: a sports reporting job she loves, a great roommate, and two
brothers who, while nosy, always have her back. But when Conner Roberts, Katy’s
unrequited first crush, suddenly shows up—and shows interest—after nine years,
she reverts to a sweaty, panicked sixteen-year-old once more.
signals isn’t tough enough, Katy’s heart is sending some mixed messages of its
own. When a beautiful blonde coworker starts pursuing Katy’s boss, Dylan
Sterling—her longtime mentor and friend—she realizes she may have a problem
with that. A reunion with Conner is what she’s dreamed of for so long…so why
can’t she stop thinking about Dylan?
fact-check her heart. Should she go after the guy she thought she always wanted
or see if there’s something more with the one who’s been there all along?
Dylan stays completely still and quiet. If I couldn’t see the steady beat of his pulse on the side of his neck, I would swear that he was dead. It’s bad enough that my heart is jackhammering away inside its cage in my chest, making it nearly impossible to stay as calm on the outside as
I’m trying to be in front of him.
It’s a test, that’s all this is. Get it over with so you can move on.
I’m thinking this while reaching out to take Dylan’s hands in mine. He doesn’t resist, so that’s good. Then he lets me position them on my waist, leaving them there when I take my hands away. I feel a charge of excitement run through me at the warmth of his hands against my body. And it frightens me a little. So I keep my eyes trained on his throat and watch in fascination as it bobs up and then down, as if he is swallowing a breath. Not having to look in his eyes is enough to propel me an inch forward and loop my arms around his neck.
He says this so quietly that I can’t tell if it’s a plea or a question. So I move closer until our bodies are pressed together, like we’re about to start a slow dance. I’ve finally been able to clear my mind of all stray thoughts and focus on this moment, right here, right now, that I know will change everything. But I still can’t gather the nerve to look up at him, because if I do, I already know I won’t be able to stop.
In a voice so low, I ask, “If you were this close to me, like you are now, would you want to kiss me?”
He doesn’t answer, but I can tell that his breathing is becoming more rapid by the way his chest rises and falls. So I ask him again.
It’s then he moves his hand off my waist and underneath my chin to tip my face up to look at him. He skims over my features with his eyes until reaching my lips, where he holds them in his gaze for a moment too long to be considered merely friendly.
Then quietly, he says, “Yes.”
“Yes, I would kiss you.”
Bohrman dreamed of becoming an author. Long after she had given up, a
book club’s prologue contest encouraged her to give it one more go. What
emerged were the beginnings of her debut novel, Promise Me. Now she’s living
her dream and writing stories that entice readers to escape and break away from
reality. When she’s not writing, you can find her trying to get through the
books on her Kindle (more than a thousand at last count) or watching Sherlock or Homeland.
She resides in New Jersey with her husband and two children.