Asher Wells used me up and threw me out like I meant nothing. When I fell for his empty promises, he left the next morning without a word, and I vowed to never speak his name again. Seven years later, he showed up as the new gym teacher at the elementary school I taught at. All I wanted was to pretend he wasn’t there. But there was something about him that made me vulnerable. Maybe it was because, at one point, he knew me better than I knew myself, or maybe it was because he could make me feel things I didn’t feel with my fiancé. I kept things professional until Asher decided to remind me just why I’d fallen for him in the first place.