Believe it or not, calling off my dream wedding was not the first impulsive decision I made leading up to my big day. That little pesky trend started three months prior.
But that’s a tale for another time. This story is all about Oakland Gray—the walking, talking, Godiva chocolate temptation that’s secretly had access to my heart since I was a teen. The issue?
He’s my best friend’s older brother, which means he’s completely off-limits. That’s never been a problem until now.
The minute his eyes land on mine after twelve long years, visions of my dream wedding are replaced with his tatted muscles and a smile that still siphons command from my knees.
Every moment I’m around him, I feel like I’m dancing with the devil in the hottest parts of hell. But if he’s not afraid of stoking the fire, I don’t mind letting it burn.
