♥♥♥ PROMISE TO MARRY – TEASER ♥♥♥

Promise to Marry will be out in THREE days!! Who’s ready to find out what happened between Chloe & Jackson?

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Below are the two previous teasers from Promise to Marry that were previously posted. If you haven’t read the previous teasers, you can find them here and here.

CHAPTER TWO EXCERPT

By the time I stumbled into my apartment, I felt like shit. I felt dirty. I felt more alone than I’d ever remembered feeling. All the drinks I’d had in the last few hours crashed down on me all at once and I felt myself start to unravel emotionally. I knew I shouldn’t fixate on the one thing—the one person—who could push me further down this rabbit hole, but it was too late.

In my drunken stupor, I pulled up Facebook and typed his name in the search box: “Jackson Pierce.” He was the first result. We had twenty-one mutual friends. But we weren’t friends. He’d de-friended me after that day. I hovered the cursor over his name and hesitated. I knew there would be no turning back once I clicked through. I knew I’d want to look through everything. Twice. I knew this wasn’t healthy for me. But it was just too hard to resist. I was like a kid who was left in a room alone and told not to look inside the shiny box full of toys. I have to look! This is killing me, I convinced myself.

Before I could snap to my senses, I clicked on his name. In a blink of an eye, I was staring straight at his profile picture. His olive complexion, his rich, emerald eyes, his warm smile—he looked more handsome than I’d remembered, and he looked happy as his photo smiled back at me. I smiled back and traced the outline of his face with my fingers. For the next hour, I felt myself tumbling down the bottomless rabbit hole as I combed through his Facebook page, looking through every status, every comment, every photo. I tried to soak up everything I could about his life, trying to imagine myself in it, trying to imagine how my life would be if we were still friends—if I hadn’t destroyed our friendship.

“I’m sorry, Jax,” I whispered to his photo. “If I could go back and do things differently, I wouldn’t have hurt you. I would have figured out another way through the mess.”

Against my better judgment, I stumbled over to my bookshelf and riffled through a box of CDs on the bottom shelf. As soon as I found what I was searching for, I pulled it out and pushed it into the CD slot of my sound system. It was a CD Jax had made for me a decade ago when we were in college. I never knew why I hadn’t realized then how he’d felt about me, but every song on the CD made it perfectly clear that he wanted to be more than friends, that he wanted the same thing I’d wanted for us but was too scared to hope for. I fast-forwarded to my favorite track on the playlist, Jeff Buckley’s “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over,” and programmed it to play on a repeated loop.

I slumped down on the couch, suddenly feeling physically and emotionally drained. As the guitar strummed the melancholy melody and Jeff Buckley’s deep voice sang the hypnotic song about young lovers and regret, tears began to stream down my face. I’d tried for a long time to hide from the truth, to ignore my true feelings for him, but tonight, after I’d lost everything that seemed to have had any value to me, there were no more walls I could hide behind.

I missed him. I’d missed him for a very long time now. Deeply. Desperately. Painfully. I missed him to the point where it’d become hard to breathe. I would give anything for us to be best friends again. I would give anything for him to be here by my side right now like he’d promised me years ago when I felt lonely. Tears continued to stream down my face as the song radiated through me and the lyrics hit home, speaking straight to my heart and how I was feeling about him.

Just then I sat straight up on the couch. “Maybe it’s not too late,” I said out loud as I responded to a line in the lyrics. “Maybe we’re like this song and we were just too young for anything good to happen between us? But now we’re older…”

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled up the number I’d had of his from years ago and pressed the call button before I could change my mind.

After two rings, he picked up and I heard his half-awake voice mumble, “Hello?”

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If you’re interested in hearing the song Chloe was listening to from the CD Jackson made for her, you can hear it here: http://bit.ly/1ATvavZ