When I moved back to my home town and came face-to-face with the first boy I ever loved, I finally understood why they say you can’t go home again. But with a new business to manage, I have better things to do with my time than obsess about the way Tucker Langham fills out his Levi’s, or how his eyes heat with longing whenever our paths cross. Except our paths keep crossing, and I keep remembering the way his lips felt pressed against mine while he kissed me senseless. Or how he made me feel more alive than I’d ever felt before. Unfortunately, I also remember how he promised to love me forever, but then broke my heart one balmy August evening more than a decade ago. Thankfully, I’m older and wiser now, and I know better than to fall for his lies again. At least that’s what I tell myself every time he begs for a second shot at forever.