Those Heartbreak Scars

Sometimes, heartbreak leaves scars… When my best friend claimed the tall, handsome, and commanding sports agent whose baby blues featured in all my naughty fantasies, I vowed never to reveal my decade-long crush on the man who rescued me from my bullies back in high school. I dated men I hoped would make me forget all about Grayson Ford. When that didn't work, I moved to the UK to complete my doctorate, but really it was to put distance between us. But then my bestie chose to marry another man, leaving Gray shattered. I told myself he was still not for me. He could never be mine. Until I came face to face with him in a nightclub in Positano. His wounds were still so fresh. Acting on my feelings would only hurt all three of us. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I was so tired of fighting mine. It was only supposed to be one steamy night, but it became so much more when he showed up three months later, looking to sign the soccer player I was dating. I should have known better. He should have remained my secret crush. Those scars my best friend carved into his heart are deep… If I'm not careful, I'll end up with them too.