It doesn't matter that I had him first.
It's bad enough to be practically left at the altar, even worse to rebound with the right guy at the wrong time.
And timing is the only thing that's wrong with Grayson, the heart-stopping, blue-eyed master of my body and soul for one perfect night.
But it was too much too soon, so I ran... left without a word. Stupid, I know. And yes, I've been regretting it.
Every day. For months.
Then he storms back into my life. But this time, he's not alone. Never mind that it takes only one look to churn up those old emotions. It doesn't matter that my heart longs for him the minute I see him. He's angry, he's taken, and I'm left craving his touch, wishing I could go back in time and fix everything.
There's only one word for my best friend on the arm of my soul mate:
Hell.