I never thought I'd end up back here—standing on my grandmother's old porch in the thick of a Tennessee summer, pretending I'm just here to unwind, to breathe. But let's be real: I'm not exactly the picture of serenity. Boston wore me down, chewed me up, and I guess… I ran. I didn't expect to find Clayton Davis waiting, all rugged confidence and familiar warmth, reminding me of everything I left behind, and of course, everything I tried to forget. He's the boy who dared me to jump off cliffs and into lakes, who could make me laugh until I felt dizzy. Only now, he's not that boy anymore. He's something much more complicated—and trust me, so am I. As our paths wind together again, the familiar pull between us is as impossible to ignore as it is to make sense of. This time, we're grown-ups with pasts, regrets, and, let's say… a questionable ability to resist a little trouble. But when it comes to facing what brought us back together, will we be bold enough to untangle the past, or are we doomed to repeat it?