She didn’t want Sam to leave. But she didn’t want to hold him back, either. She knew what it was like to be living in the wrong place, doing the wrong thing. It was stifling and frustrating and generally horrible all around. She’d be okay on her own. […]

Stay in this city long enough, you see a lot of people come and go. No point investing time and energy into just anyone. Now she knew what he’d meant by that. It was a rite of passage she could have done with out.

“I am sorry about one thing,” he admitted.

“What? You’re going to miss torturing me?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to be around when you decided to stop swearing off men. I was kinda hoping I had a shot.”

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I might consider a one-night moratorium. For the right guy.”

Sophie never got around to telling Sam about being “discovered[…].” Because in less than thirty seconds, they were all over each other. They ended up among the boxes in her soon-to-be-new bedroom, where they spent the next eight hours experiencing what might have been. And in the morning they were both in perfect agreement, for once: it would have been phenomenal.

Footfree and Fancyloose - Elizabeth Craft/Sarah Fain