My Skylar by Penelope Ward Page A
Authors: Penelope Ward
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Inspirational, passion, <div><p>From the author of the #1 bestselling romance, Jake Undone, comes a friends-to-lovers story of longing, betrayal and redemption…with a twist that will rip your heart out.</p><p>Skylar was my best friend, but I secretly pined for her. One thing after another kept us apart, and I’ve spent the last decade in fear of losing her forever. </p><p>First, it was the cancer, but she survived only to face the unthinkable at my hands. Because of me, she left town. For years, I thought I’d never see her again. </p><p>But now she’s back…and living with him. </p><p>I don’t deserve her after everything I’ve put her through, but I can’t live without her. This is my last chance because she’s about to make the biggest mistake of her life. I can see it her eyes: she doesn’t love him. She still loves me...which is why I have to stop her before it’s too late.</p></div>
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knew all that I was missing, I
couldn’t fathom how I was going to handle it.
My phone buzzed close to midnight. It was a text from Mitch.
Let me know you got home okay.
Skylar: Home in bed.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.
Mitch: I’m sorry I shut down. I didn’t know what to say. And then you left with
him. I haven’t been able to think about anything else.
Skylar: I know. Me too. Don’t overthink it. It is what it is.
Mitch: It was amazing.
I had been trying to play it down. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Since we were being
honest…
Skylar: I didn’t know a kiss could feel like that.
Mitch: It normally doesn’t.
Just when I was getting my hopes up…
Mitch: I don’t think we should do that again, okay?
My heart dropped. A sinking feeling developed at the pit of my stomach. I didn’t respond.
Mitch: It felt like I was losing control. Like I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t want to
take things too far and lose you.
He kept on.
Mitch: Do you understand what I’m saying?
A teardrop fell down my cheek. I understood where he was coming from, and a part of me
worried he was right. But that wasn’t going to change how I felt.
Skylar: Loud and clear. Goodnight.
I shut off my phone before he could respond, took off his jacket and cried myself to sleep.
CHAPTER 8
MITCH
It had been a couple of weeks since the kiss at the fairgrounds—the kiss that changed
everything. It was proof that I couldn’t trust myself with her anymore. All of the reserve I had
worked hard to build up was shattered, and it felt like I had to start all over again now.
That meant avoiding being alone with her at all costs, at least for a while. I had Davey come
over on the days Skylar and I did homework together. I had to tell him what happened that night,
and in typical Davey fashion, he busted my balls about it.
During Spanish homework one afternoon, the dickhead asked Skylar and me if we knew what
beso meant. When she nonchalantly answered that it was the word for kiss, I wanted to throw my textbook at his head.
She was doing a good job of acting like nothing had changed between us, though, which made
it easier but also bothered me a little because for me, it was an internal struggle.
I could try and act like nothing had changed in front of her during the day, but without fail,
every night, that kiss replayed in my head. My mouth would water remembering how she tasted or
the noises that she made when I kissed her neck. I wanted so badly to experience it again or even
worse, to know what noises she’d make with me inside of her.
I had kissed a lot of girls, but it had never felt like that. Then again, I never actually had
feelings for any of them. Seeing Skylar with Aidan had triggered a primal reaction and made me
realize how deep those feelings actually ran. It was an insoluble problem: keep away from Skylar
and keep her away from other guys at the same time.
So, when you can’t figure out how to handle something stressful, create a distraction. That was
my new motto.
Skylar and her mother would be over for dinner any minute, and I had a surprise for her, one I
hoped would help ease the tension between us.
Even though it was a Friday night, I had no other plans. When the doorbell rang, my heart
started to beat faster.
Cut the shit. It’s just Skylar .
The smell of my mother’s eggplant lasagna wafted through the house as I made my way
downstairs. The cold, fall air blasted through the door when my mother opened it.
I stood awkwardly with my hands in my pockets, trying to look nonchalant, like I hadn’t just
been fantasizing about her. “Hey Tish…Skylar,” I said.
Skylar took off her black puffer jacket. I was grateful that she had changed out of her sexy
school uniform into some sweats.
“Hey,” Skylar said before walking over to the living room where she looked through my
mother’s magazines with her legs crossed on the sofa. I loved how comfortable she
couldn’t fathom how I was going to handle it.
My phone buzzed close to midnight. It was a text from Mitch.
Let me know you got home okay.
Skylar: Home in bed.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again.
Mitch: I’m sorry I shut down. I didn’t know what to say. And then you left with
him. I haven’t been able to think about anything else.
Skylar: I know. Me too. Don’t overthink it. It is what it is.
Mitch: It was amazing.
I had been trying to play it down. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Since we were being
honest…
Skylar: I didn’t know a kiss could feel like that.
Mitch: It normally doesn’t.
Just when I was getting my hopes up…
Mitch: I don’t think we should do that again, okay?
My heart dropped. A sinking feeling developed at the pit of my stomach. I didn’t respond.
Mitch: It felt like I was losing control. Like I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t want to
take things too far and lose you.
He kept on.
Mitch: Do you understand what I’m saying?
A teardrop fell down my cheek. I understood where he was coming from, and a part of me
worried he was right. But that wasn’t going to change how I felt.
Skylar: Loud and clear. Goodnight.
I shut off my phone before he could respond, took off his jacket and cried myself to sleep.
CHAPTER 8
MITCH
It had been a couple of weeks since the kiss at the fairgrounds—the kiss that changed
everything. It was proof that I couldn’t trust myself with her anymore. All of the reserve I had
worked hard to build up was shattered, and it felt like I had to start all over again now.
That meant avoiding being alone with her at all costs, at least for a while. I had Davey come
over on the days Skylar and I did homework together. I had to tell him what happened that night,
and in typical Davey fashion, he busted my balls about it.
During Spanish homework one afternoon, the dickhead asked Skylar and me if we knew what
beso meant. When she nonchalantly answered that it was the word for kiss, I wanted to throw my textbook at his head.
She was doing a good job of acting like nothing had changed between us, though, which made
it easier but also bothered me a little because for me, it was an internal struggle.
I could try and act like nothing had changed in front of her during the day, but without fail,
every night, that kiss replayed in my head. My mouth would water remembering how she tasted or
the noises that she made when I kissed her neck. I wanted so badly to experience it again or even
worse, to know what noises she’d make with me inside of her.
I had kissed a lot of girls, but it had never felt like that. Then again, I never actually had
feelings for any of them. Seeing Skylar with Aidan had triggered a primal reaction and made me
realize how deep those feelings actually ran. It was an insoluble problem: keep away from Skylar
and keep her away from other guys at the same time.
So, when you can’t figure out how to handle something stressful, create a distraction. That was
my new motto.
Skylar and her mother would be over for dinner any minute, and I had a surprise for her, one I
hoped would help ease the tension between us.
Even though it was a Friday night, I had no other plans. When the doorbell rang, my heart
started to beat faster.
Cut the shit. It’s just Skylar .
The smell of my mother’s eggplant lasagna wafted through the house as I made my way
downstairs. The cold, fall air blasted through the door when my mother opened it.
I stood awkwardly with my hands in my pockets, trying to look nonchalant, like I hadn’t just
been fantasizing about her. “Hey Tish…Skylar,” I said.
Skylar took off her black puffer jacket. I was grateful that she had changed out of her sexy
school uniform into some sweats.
“Hey,” Skylar said before walking over to the living room where she looked through my
mother’s magazines with her legs crossed on the sofa. I loved how comfortable she
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