Jenna’s P.O.V. on New Year’s Eve.
Adam was standing at the bar, his brown hair looking tousled and sexy, and a slight stubble adorning his jawline. Memories flooded back immediately, reminding me of the massive crush I had harbored throughout high school for this guy. He had been my unrequited love, the boy who unknowingly had held my heart in his hands. Until the day when he had broken it completely, and my love for him had slowly transformed into hate.
At least... that was what I was trying to convince myself of, still. Because of the way that my heart had skipped a beat when I had seen him again after twelve years... that most definitely wasn't hate that I felt just now. Hate doesn't make you want to crawl on top of the table and scream 'Just take me, I'm yours'...
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