I came to paint a mural for my brother’s wedding.
Not to run into Liam Prescott—the hockey-playing heartbreaker I’ve avoided for years.
We haven’t spoken since the night he chose fame over me.
Now we’re stuck in the same paradise, sharing stolen glances and way too much history.
Then came the thunderstorm.One kiss under a soaked awning, and suddenly, I’m seventeen again—reckless, breathless, and completely undone.
He remembers everything. The way I sketch when I’m nervous.
The mural I once dreamed of painting for us.
Somewhere between wedding chaos and late-night truths, I fall for him all over again.
Then Paris calls—with the art residency I’ve worked my whole life for.
He says he won’t walk away this time.
