I had always been reserved. It came from being a preacher’s kid. My days were filled with abiding by the good book and my father’s rules. However, that one semester in high school, Nehemiah Newson changed everything for me. Not even my father could stop our worlds from intertwining and our love from blossoming. He was mine and I was his. Or so I thought. From the first time I saw her and those long, toned legs running down the track, I just knew she was mine. So many people wanted to see us fail… then it happened. She slipped away, and I had no idea it would take years before I saw her again. Seeing her again made our love more complicated than before. Only, I didn’t care about those obstacles standing in our way. I was coming back for what was mine.