Everyone remembers the night the boy band Eleven broke up. Hearts shattered around the world, including my own.
I made a mistake, and I’ve been avoiding bandmate Mason Nash ever since.
At first it was hard, but eighteen months ago, he made it easier by leaving Hollywood and disappearing.
When Eleven reunion talks start, I’m against it completely. I could really do with the publicity, but I don’t want to face Mason again. I’m sure he won’t want to see me either.
I don’t miss LA or anyone in it. Not even the guys from Eleven.
So, when they turn up on my doorstep talking about reunions, the last thing I want to do is hear them out.
I hold strong too. Until my eyes land on Denver Smith.
My ex-best friend.
Two and a half years ago, he ghosted me, and I still don’t know why.
I want answers—I miss him—but I don’t want to let him back into my life if there’s a chance he’ll walk away again.
That "more" came in the form of anger, bitterness, abandonment, hurt feelings, professional (and personal) failure, fear, and no small amount of pride.
In short, unlike the usual fluffy and sweet tone to which I've become accustomed, Eden pulled out the big guns, channeling her inner Amy Lane, and introduced her readers to some full-on, gut-wrenching, heartfelt angst. GAH!
And gurrrrrrrl, I have to admit that at around seventy-five percent in, the Maroon 5 "Memories" part had me on the absolute verge of tearing up, which honestly hasn't happened in quite some time.
The main focus on the story was Denver and Mason repairing their deep friendship, which had been obliterated after Denver ghosted Mason two and a half years prior, when Denver kissed his straight best friend, then fled the scene.
Right off the bat, the MC's weren't really in a place where Eden's usual snark and banter would've gotten them any nearer to their goal of becoming close again, maybe even closer than they'd been before.