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Staring at myself in the mirror, I give my reflection a stern lecture. Jaxon’s not here to take you on a date, for Christ’s sake. He’s a limo driver. A very expensive designated driver.
He’s just a guy.
But he isn’t just a guy.
He’s the guy.
The guy who’s firmly planted himself between me and every other guy I’ve ever dated.
The guy I’ve been half in love with since I was fifteen years old.
The guy I gave my virginity to when I was eighteen.
The guy who disappeared the morning after, without a trace.