Most Likely to Misbehave

Ten years ago, Graham Wilder almost kissed me at prom. Four weeks later, I asked him to meet me behind the auditorium.I waited forty-five minutes. He never came.So I moved to New York, perfected the art of being gloriously single by choice, and filed Graham Wilder under Things We Absolutely Do Not Discuss. Then I walked into my ten-year high school reunion. And there he was.Gray.My former Physics partner. Hillside High's golden-boy pitcher. The first boy I ever wanted enough to risk being hurt by.Now we're back in the same hallways with years of regret, unfinished business, and chemistry that clearly spent the last decade getting worse. Only Gray isn't the scared eighteen-year-old I remember.He's out. He knows what he wants. And apparently, what he wants is me. Which would be incredibly romantic if I hadn't spent all this time becoming very good at never needing anyone to choose me.But Gray isn't asking me to forget the past. He's asking me for tomorrow. And that might be the scariest thing I've ever wanted to give him.