Burnout — CoraLee June

Maybe if we met at another time--another life--he could've been mine.

Maybe if I were older. Maybe if he wasn't my brother's best friend. Maybe if he wasn't my teacher.

Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.

Having my dirty little secret living down the hall had me obsessing over alternate endings and happily ever afters. I'd never wanted someone so badly, but his hot and cold behavior was giving me emotional whiplash. In the classroom, he practically ignored me. But here? In my brother's loft? It felt like we were a thick rubber band, pulled so tight we'd snap.

Falling for Decker Harris made me realize that life wasn't as serendipitous as everyone liked to think. We weren't just a collection of maybes thrust into the world with hope and good intentions. Everything started with a choice, and somewhere between grief and redemption, I chose to make him mine.