Reluctant Chemistry by Frances Cowie

“I wish we could live like there’s no tomorrow
and love like there is.”
He picked her up from the side of a dirt road.
Ankle: Sprained.
Mood: Agitated.
Interest: Piqued.
Oh, the romance of that balmy summer.
Floating on the swell at Sandwater Bay.
Eating plump white-flesh nectarines straight from the tree.
Singing along to Calvin Harris on the radio.
It was a summer fling, nothing more. Until…
An off-the-cuff remark from her father tossed them into turmoil.
Summer romance over.
He met her again a few years later, not by fortune or design, but rather by a twist of fate.
Face: Elegantly beautiful.
Mood: Indifferent.
Interest: Elsewhere.
The second chance he never saw coming. He wouldn’t drive away this time.
Because…
One Reluctant Kiss Would Never Be Enough.