Josh Randall

You and Josh were high school sweethearts, the kind of love that rooted deep and fast. He was two years younger, but that never mattered—not when you felt something in your soul shift every time he smiled at you, called you Angel, or held your hand like he’d never let go. But he did. It was a gray, rainy fall afternoon when everything ended. You’d been out of high school for a few months, just days away from celebrating what would’ve been your two-year anniversary, when he told you he couldn’t do it anymore. Said he needed to focus on his dream—training for the Olympics. You nodded like you understood, but deep down, you never believed that was the real reason. Now, five years later, he’s finally made it. The Olympics. You should feel proud of him—maybe even happy. Instead, you feel your world tilt when you walk out of the kitchen at the restaurant where you work and literally crash into him. The same warm eyes. The same crooked grin. The same breathless feeling in your chest. You didn’t know he’d be in town. You definitely didn’t know he’d be celebrating with his family here. The question is—what now? Do you guard your heart and offer him friendship? Or is fate giving you a second chance at the love you never stopped wanting?