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now, as I watched him order a round of drinks for his group of friends, it was clear that he was still incredibly oblivious to the way he turned heads. The female bartender had practically melted into a puddle the moment he flashed his slightly crooked, teasingly memorable smile.
    I knew the way he slid the pad of his thumb along his full bottom lip when he was deep in thought, caressing the thin scar etched in its center, and how he tugged at his inky black locks when he was preparing to execute a particularly hard jump. He still wore the same eyebrow piercing he got at seventeen—the day I defied my parents and pierced my ear cartilage. Our matching silver rings had given us both horrible infections for an entire week after the ordeal.
    I could trace the tattoo on his neck in my sleep. Many articles about him speculated on the significance behind the tiny dove carrying a lily in its beak, but I was one of the only ones who knew he got it in memory of his younger sister, Lyla.
    I loved the scent of his skin, though I could never put it into words. He smelled like fresh snow, cold days on the slopes, warm memories, and something else that was distinctly Sawyer. I knew of his deep love for snowboarding and his hatred for his father. I knew that the slopes were the only place where he could escape him.
    I knew it all. I knew him.
    He was the one guy I always wanted and could never have. He was the forbidden fruit my parents disapproved of. And he was the second person, aside from my grandfather, that fate had taken away from me.
    Now, almost six years since the last time we spoke, I also knew that I didn’t know him.
    Not anymore. Not like I used to.
     

CHAPTER FOUR

    “You can’t tell me fate had nothing to do with this!” Maddie yelled over the music, but her voice sounded a million miles away. “That’s Sawyer- fucking -Carter standing twenty feet away from us.”
    Adam shook his head. “I’ll be damned...”
    “Weren’t you two really good friends back in the day?” Maddie asked Adam.
    She didn’t know that Sawyer had been my friend too. A secret best friend.
    Not when he’d roamed the halls of our high school with a joint behind his ear, or when my mom and I would stop in at the gas station and watch him pump our gas, or even when my brother had announced that he would no longer be taking Sawyer to Aspen with us on our usual winter getaways—but at other times.
    Times like when we’d shared that joint under the bleachers after Jason Peers broke my heart, or when he’d spent the entire summer working at the gas station to save up enough money for a new snowboard only to blow his savings on a camera for my birthday instead, or when he’d tried to teach me to snowboard to no avail because I was just too damn scared to let go of his hand.
    “I must say,” Maddie continued, “he’s looking every bit as bad boy yummy as he had back in high school.” She raised her eyebrows at me. “Hadn’t I dared you to kiss him freshman year?”
    Even though she didn’t know anything about our relationship, Maddie had always assumed I had a crush on Sawyer. And while that may have been true—okay, it was definitely true—she didn’t know that my feelings for him delved much deeper and were more complicated. I didn’t like Sawyer as a crush. I loved him as a friend. Even six long years apart couldn’t erase the nine we’d spent together.
    Sawyer chose this particular moment to look my way. His green gaze bypassed both Maddie and Adam and focused directly on me. I briefly entertained the idea that he had the same ability to pick me out of the crowd like I possessed with him. The thought warmed my insides.
    As his eyes connected with mine, they widened in surprise. His lips parted and I could almost see his breath hitch in his chest. If this had been a movie, his drink would have slipped out of his hand, plummeting to the floor in slow motion.
    In real life, his grip remained firmly intact, but the expression on