Reunion

Jessie has been dreading her high school class reunion, knowing that it will be the first time she'll see her ex-husband, Devin, since their divorce. But as much as she wishes she could hate Devin--or that she could stop being attracted to him--it doesn't take long before old feelings and desires are exploding between them for what will be an unforgettable night.

In more ways than one...

Excerpt:
“You’re not here with Devin?”

I winced. This was the part of my high school class reunion that I had been dreading the most. Other than the possibility of actually having to see my ex again. “We divorced four years ago.”

“Really?”

I held up my left hand, showing her my bare ring finger. Even after four years, it felt strange not to have something there. I’d gone from wearing Devin’s class ring as a sophomore, to the promise ring that he’d bought me for our high school graduation, then to an engagement ring right after college. “Really.”

“Wow.” The woman, who I knew I had been in several classes with but whose name was escaping me at the moment, sat at the reception desk and stared up at me. Unmoving. As the line of our classmates continued to back up and build outside of the banquet hall.

“Can I get my name tag? So that I can go in?”

“Uh, yeah. Here it is.” She handed it over and I winced. The photo on it was from my senior portrait. The yearbook photo. I supposed that everyone would be wearing those tonight, to help us figure out who was who after ten years.

I looked so young. So innocent. So full of fucking hope and convinced that I was in love. I’d gone to the studio with Devin and he’d been standing just behind the photographer when most of the shots—including this one—had been taken.

Which meant that I’d been looking right at him when the photo was taken.

I clipped the tag onto my dress, half-tempted to leave it turned the wrong way so no one could see the photo.

That wasn’t me any longer. Wasn’t who I was.

It seemed that even without the photo, I would have been recognized. Funny, but I’d thought I’d changed a lot. Especially over the last few years, after things with Devin started to fall apart.

And of course, I got the same questions.

About him.

About us.

It was funny, but back in school, neither of us would have considered ourselves popular or even well-known among our classmates. We were content just being with each other and didn’t really need very many friends beyond that.

But it appeared that several more people knew us. Or knew of us, at least. We were the couple that everyone thought was perfect.

That everyone thought would last.

Sounded like they had been as foolish as I was.

I needed a drink.