On the day I turned 15 years old, I knew I loved James Blakney. There was a look in his eye that told me he’d finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend’s-much-younger-off-limits-don’t-even-think-about-it-little-sister.
Call it womanly intuition, despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just 15 - and only in the biological sense - but still, I knew I loved him.
What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later. I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage, but James is certainly making it feel that way.
He's also hiding something from me.
But I've hidden the truth from him as well.
So many filthy lies.
- Winter Blackstone