EDGE

It was him. Conway Gentry. The boy I’d known years ago – the one who’d loved my best friend and was left shattered by her death – was now a macho adrenaline junkie, an arrogant, womanizing hustler. There was not a single good reason on this earth to fall for him. But no one told my heart that. CONWAY: She didn’t seem like my type. Snobby, boringly mainstream and above all, tied to a part of my past I’d kill to forget, I should have just had my fun with her and moved on. Instead I kept coming back. I couldn’t help it. I’ve known for a long time that if you live fast you crash hard. But I also know that’s nothing compared to what love can do to you.