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Remember Me

Natalie had always been a fairly happy girl with a life that she was content with. At least until six months ago when her lifelong best friend, with who she had shared everything with up until that point, suddenly decided that they needed to end their friendship with no warning. The life that she had known and loved shattered around her, taking her with it. Now, she's closed herself off from everyone around her and made a vow to herself to never let anyone in again in an effort to never have to go through that pain again. For six months, her plan had gone smoothly and seemed fail-proof. That is until Riley, who happens to be way too handsome and charming for his own good, abruptly finds his way into her life and flips her world upside down. No matter how much she pushes him away and tries to keep her vow, she keeps finding herself in situations that could ruin everything she's worked so hard for. The more she's around him and is struck by the light he brings into the world, the harder it becomes to keep her vow, and herself, safe. Her life starts to spin out of her control as she tries to figure out what Riley really wants, who he really is, and why her gut keeps telling her that there is more to him than she could ever imagine. As if her plate wasn't already full enough, she's also troubled with trying to figure out why Colton has been acting the way he has and why he really left her. Natalie's life has become anything but simple. But it can only go up from here, right? Wrong. The catastrophic rollercoaster that has become her life has only just begun. Will Natalie ever be able to let down the walls guarding her heart or will she miss out on any

BllueEyedMisfit · Sports, voyage et activités
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Chapter 62

After watching him fail at a few more attempts, Ashford sighs and stands up from the log. I watch as his big hand disappears into a pocket on the inside of his jacket then reappears with a lighter a couple of seconds later. He struts over to Cooper and the pile of wood, bending down and lighting it. Cooper stands up with a stunned but appreciative look and nods at him embarrassed. Girls scream out in appreciation, a few of them taking it further than that by whistling and praising him for more than just the fire. He returns to our log and I shoot him a glare.

“You couldn’t have done that in the beginning?” I ask him annoyed.

He shrugs as the corner of his lips tilt up on one side. “I was curious how long he’d try losing his cool. Or how long it would take him to get it lit if he ever did. Then I had to decide if I wanted to use my lighter or my matches. Really tough decisions all around,” he teases, arrogance and amusement playing across his face.